Tag Archives: possibility

Whitby Weekend: A Coastline of Ghosts

It felt odd driving down the steep hill to Runswick Bay. I had walked down… and back up… that hill so many times before, equipped with a bucket and spade or a fossil hammer, skipping along beside my grandparents. Little … Continue reading

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Small steps…

“I need to do something.” Clinging to a lifestyle in which they felt themselves to be stuck, the person concerned said that a change was needed… a break in the pattern of their days, for to break just one link … Continue reading

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When smiles take flight

The day was perfect… a little cloud, a superb sunrise and clear, cold air. My eldest son and I were heading for a little village near Maidenhead where, in 1928 when the de Havilland family had bought nearly two hundred … Continue reading

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Ripening #midnighthaiku

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Finale #midnighthaiku

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When everything goes wrong…

“Just let me know when you’ve arrived…” Those words are spoken, in the most casual manner possible, by every parent when one of their offspring goes off on an adventure. The apparent nonchalance masks all sorts of worry, panic, imagined … Continue reading

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Mysteries #midnighthaiku

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Open #midnighthaiku

Curiosity The day could bring anything Possibilities

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Hope #midnighthaiku

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Stating the obvious

“I feel a blog post coming on.” For once, it wasn’t me who said it, though it turns out I have to write it anyway. My son lounged in bed, brushing toast crumbs out of his beard. Me, I was … Continue reading

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