Category Archives: Stuart France and Sue Vincent

North-easterly: Sidetracked Again

Posted on February 8, 2021 by Sue Vincent

It doesn’t matter where we go, the habit of rising early for work seems to follow us, so it was no surprise that we were up and out a long time before we would be meeting the rest of the … Continue reading →

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North-easterly: Sidetracked by Stones

Posted on February 6, 2021 by Sue Vincent

As the tides would not allow us to cross to Holy Island before eleven, three of us were on the road early to visit a stone circle. It had been a late decision… very late, in fact, but as Gary … Continue reading →

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Siesta…

Posted on February 2, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* Sweating hours. Quiescence lies like a crime. * The crack of dry twigs underfoot… startles! A tumultuous green-flash of thumping rampage. Dog legs. Baboon haunches. A luminous ankh arrows away. A way out to tree-stump. Continue reading at France … Continue reading →

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North-easterly: Sidetracked by Saints

Posted on January 30, 2021 by Sue Vincent

Few churches named after a saint have a historical claim to have been built by their namesake, but St Aidan’s church in Bamburgh is one of the few who have that right. The original church here was founded by St … Continue reading →

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North-easterly: Sidetracked by Poppies…

Posted on January 28, 2021 by Sue Vincent

We had arrived in the north, checked in at our accommodation, and, after a coffee, as we still had a couple of hours to spare before we were all to meet, we decided to stretch our legs and explore a … Continue reading →

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The Prisoner…

Posted on January 23, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* Beauty dived into the bushes led by Prince then gasped as one of the thorns from the brambles traced the delicate skin of her inner arm. The blood came in spurts and rivulets. “No wait,” she cried, pausing to … Continue reading →

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Pipe Dream…

Posted on January 22, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* Maggot always gets his man… Wherever they go. However far they flee. However cunningly they hide… * Maggot enters the Ol’ George: legendary menagerie of care-worn dreamers. This evening’s vibrantly clad gathering part to allow him to the bar. … Continue reading →

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Sun-Day…

Posted on January 19, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* On one side a giant kisses the sky, On the other a fore-finger, its hand buried in clay. Yet should you ask, ‘why?’ There is no one left to say… * Can a sliver of blue heaven Between hard … Continue reading →

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Little Acorns…

Posted on January 18, 2021 by Sue Vincent

* … A paper flyer blowing in the wind clings to my ankle. I stoop and peel it from my trouser leg, unfurl it and read… ‘…LITTLE ACORNS…’ A Puppet-Play Figured in Three Acts FEATURING THE REDOUBTABLE MR PUNCH THE … Continue reading →

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Distorted reality

Posted on January 17, 2021 by Sue Vincent

I stood outside my son’s bedroom, bundled up against the cold that was dropping a few meagre snowflakes on the morning. Camera in hand, I was snapping away happily when I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the window. … Continue reading →

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