Daily Archives: January 13, 2021

Guest Author: Sally Cronin: The Sewing Gene

Posted on January 13, 2021 by Sue Vincent

It is lovely to have Sally Cronin as my guest today to bring back memories. As I have, like my grandmother, always ‘sewn with burnt thread’ as the saying goes, my dressmaking skills are minimal… although I always loved embroidery … Continue reading →

Posted in Books | Tagged author, book promotion, dressmaking, guest post, memoirs, memories, new book, Sally Cronin, sewing, tapestry | 67 Comments

Discovering Albion – day 9: Durham Cathedral

Posted on January 13, 2021 by Sue Vincent

The cathedral of Durham is one of the finest Norman buildings and a World Heritage site. It stands on a rocky height above a loop in the River Wear, a perfect place defensively. At the time of its establishment it … Continue reading →

Posted in adventure, History, Photography, scotland road trip, travel | Tagged cathedral, Durham, relics, saints | 4 Comments

‘Cadged’?…

Posted on January 13, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* Did Turpin’s Troupe Drop him Deep in the Soup? * That Devil’s cast of scallywags and wild haired, grinning hags… who still adorn the plastered walls in Glory’s glossy prima-face. There now to tease and please the local populace. … Continue reading →

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Armoury Show…

Posted on January 13, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* The prosperous town of Armore was built next to a forest. Late one night Old-Man-Log came out of the forest and sat down in the middle of the town’s market square. He opened up the palm of his right … Continue reading →

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Saying “Ook?”

Posted on January 13, 2021 by Sue Vincent

My younger son considered the view as I raised the scarf with which I cover the near-naked skin of my scalp. There are but a few wispy strands of fluff and the stubborn remnants of the Tintin-esque fringe with which … Continue reading →