Category Archives: Past present future

The grey and the green

It was perhaps 1981 when I collected the furry little silver catkins from the willow tree in our garden and put them in a tiny metal tin that has a hinged lid bearing a picture of Mr Strong. I’ve investigated … Continue reading

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Half life: The old Box Brownie and the phantom plastic bag

“Do you think that could be me?” asked my mother, handing me a copy of Monday night’s paper, folded open at a black and white photograph, the page slightly crumpled and already decorated with more than one muddy pawprint around … Continue reading

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Not putting away childish things

When I arrived at Junior school, my first question as I peered around the crowd to get a glimpse of the new classroom was “Where are the toys?” There was a little carpeted area at the back of the classroom … Continue reading

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First thoughts (for Matilda)

I first heard you through the ether, from an empty house over 200 miles away… the sudden and remarkable sound of a newborn, gurgling gently in your mother’s lap. I first heard you cry as I paced up and down … Continue reading

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A stormy day

A postcard sent from Newcastle on Tyne to Miss Pearce in North Shields, postmarked 3.15pm on 4th April 1902, and the house in Linskill Terrace that it was sent to. The image is titled A Stormy Day. The quotation below … Continue reading

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Four Readings and a Tombstone

We’re waiting for the snow to subside so that we can return to our allotment. Maybe next Sunday, maybe the one after. We’ll resume our digging eventually, but without Lisa, who has moved to Leeds this Christmas, and without Rob, … Continue reading

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Five kinds of silence

Somewhere, holding a mobile phone to his ear, he waits another moment then asks cautiously: “That’s your thinking silence… right?” I think about stuff. It’s perhaps not fashionable to do so. The person who thinks about stuff is also the … Continue reading

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