First published 21st July 2017 Along Desborough Road, 20 minutes' walk from the town centre: The Step In Café has a "no loitering" sign. Loiterers throng the frontage of Mo'Fro Barbers & Coral Betting Shop—a favourite spot for Afro-Caribbeans and their admiring hangers-on. At far right is Cool Runnings, where they sell Jamaican food Idle… Continue reading Soliloquy
Category: voice recorder
England’s green and pleasant land
I’ve been agitated lately, it started a day or so before Polling Day. I was astonished to find how much this Referendum mattered to me. In the end I went to the favourite spot I’ve written about before (England Have My Bones) with camera & voice recorder; recalling as I went Ellie’s comment on a… Continue reading England’s green and pleasant land
Take Nothing for Granted
What are you thankful for? asks a blogger friend, seasonably. What shall I do with the days that remain, if not give thanks? For the birds that sing in my backyard. For everything. It’s a twenty-minute walk to Karleen’s office at the hospital. On my way to meet her in the evening, I speak thus… Continue reading Take Nothing for Granted
a wayfarer’s notes 