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Until 1941, when an air raid destroyed the special train line from Waterloo to Brookwood Cemetery, funeral parties would travel out of the city to the landscaped location in Surrey. I’ll let you decide whether the following story is fact or … Continue reading
Mirrored Lives? We mirrored each other move for move as we loaded our conveyors to the tills, with bread and cheese and frozen peas. My helper, happy but not too helpful lingered, watching, waiting. Hers, rocked like a boat without … Continue reading
Today was a first for me; I lunched with the dead of an old London parish, St. Alban the Martyr Holborn. St. Alban was one of the areas they ran out of space to bury their inhabitants about 150 years … Continue reading
Moon madness Tonight I drove into the moon; her magic drew me with such power just hanging there in blackened bower, I felt the madness all too soon. I sang a melancholic tune afraid she’d make me want to cower … Continue reading
It’s been one of those days when I got to the end and thought what have I been doing today? Clearing out some of those cupboards, boxes – you know the sort of thing, I discovered some old pictures and a … Continue reading
Stitchwort stars thread through overgrown grass and shine amongst the bluebells. Dandelion clocks; orbs of perfect engineering, sit waiting for a gentle breeze, the brush of a heathland butterfly’s wing or a child’s delight at trying to tell the time … Continue reading