Monthly Archives: November 2015

A world of change

I had picked up the book from the shelves at the top of the stairs. When I am too tired to read anything useful in bed, I go to old and familiar friends that I know I can re-read and … Continue reading

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Hibernate

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Congratulations!

I’ve only had a phone call. I have seen no pictures except one on Twitter and heard only the briefest account as yet. Nick will write about ‘the most amazing day’ himself. It is probably just as well I wasn’t … Continue reading

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Support

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Armistice

“We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.” From ‘In Flanders Fields, by John McCrae On the eleventh hour of the eleventh day … Continue reading

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Look what you’ve done….

I walked in, having finished the morning’s work before I would normally have left the house. It is almost like having a day off. The dog looked at me reproachfully from under the sofa cushions… at least until I picked … Continue reading

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“Anything is possible…”

It was a dark and stormy night… which was a bit of a surprise when I’d only closed my eyes for a few minutes after lunch. I’m fairly certain the only reason I woke then was the distinctive sound of … Continue reading

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Interrupted

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Below and Above – Souls on a Hillside

Originally posted on Sun in Gemini:
Friday, 4th December, 2015. A group of companions, some old friends, some just introduced, all made very welcome, meet in the comfort of  a small hotel on the edge of a mysterious range of…

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Fool’s dawn

The Silent Eye I followed the sound of laughter down the hallway to my son’s bedroom, curious as to the cause. “A champion,” read my son out loud, still lying in bed at half past nine with another cup of … Continue reading

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