Day 321
SCENES The train takes me past the football ground They use for cricket in the summer, where we Always either complained about the racket Of the metal wheels on the… Continue Reading
Day 320
A vignette. I like to go for a walk after therapy. It clears my mind. I head out of the door after the usual dithering, and am about to tie… Continue Reading
Day 319
LEAF DAY 2022 The rain, Eliot’s smoke in another world, Sticks to the window panes, pernicious and Poisonous, carried here by a cold wind From the south, where last week… Continue Reading
Day 318
Manic today, which could be one reason for having spent almost entirely no time on social media so far today. I also think it’s partly the balancing effect of being… Continue Reading
Day 317
Today I drove down to the old village to lay a wreath on behalf of Stradbroke Cricket Club on Remembrance Sunday. One of our own, James Grigg, was killed in… Continue Reading
Day 316
After yesterday’s radio disaster, I’ve moved all the studio gear from the office into our bedroom. I spent most of the day clearing space on some shelves for all the… Continue Reading
Day 315
Today has been a nightmare. The first show out of my bedroom ended up being a hack round lots of different playout systems because my main one didn’t work (and… Continue Reading
Day 314
Just a few thoughts on Mastodon. Not the technical kind of thoughts, but just … reflections. I’ve been on there for nearly a week now, and I’m finding it fascinating,… Continue Reading
Day 313
With a bit of luck, I’ll have started mentoring someone who’s never written poetry before. She emailed me today to say how good she thought yesterday’s poem was, and how… Continue Reading
Day 312
If you read this blog regularly, you may recall that I mentioned a few weeks ago that the vicar, Helge, who had married Marianne and me in the Norwegian Seamen’s… Continue Reading