Tag Archives: Love

Memories

Posted on January 20, 2020 by

Was that her, it seemed so long ago? Another life lived in another age. A young girl dressed in white, beside the man she’d known since her birth. The son of her dad’s best friend, who played with her in … Continue reading →

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Clara

Posted on January 6, 2020 by

Our first dance together was at ages five and six, the picture is in an album at my mother’s. We, Clara and I,met at junior school and then shared the same senior school: through careful planning we managed to go … Continue reading →

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A Matter Of Perspective

Posted on August 26, 2019 by

Each day he rose from bed at six, and made them both a cup of tea, “It’s looking cold” he might remark, or “Getting light out there I see.” He was a man of fixed routine, who liked to live … Continue reading →

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A Brief Introduction

Posted on August 19, 2019 by

All you said was “Hello” and I was lost, unable to reply: you were the young wife of a local and rather older dignitary and me a junior staff member of the charity where your husband, the patron, had arrived … Continue reading →

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Life Without Boundaries

Posted on August 5, 2019 by

He’d lived a different life to mine; climbing mountains I had never heard of but his eyes lit up with understanding when I spoke. You do not have to be young to be lost, and living a life marked by … Continue reading →

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A Question Of Values

Posted on June 24, 2019 by

Rosie Lotteridge is a woman who, she suggests, “Adds colour to many lives.” My aunt, who was connected to her in some way, something to do with committees I understand, said of her when her name came up in conversation. … Continue reading →

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A Passing Memory

Posted on December 10, 2018 by

Sitting with my wife and grown-up son waiting to board the train to Cornwall I saw a lady from my past walk by, catching my eye as she had so many years before. She was my first wife and the … Continue reading →

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What’s In A Greeting?

Posted on November 27, 2017 by

I am one of those people who pretend they know more people than they do or are friends with someone just because they chat with them in cafés: three days a week I work as a forecourt attendant at my … Continue reading →

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A Distant Star

Posted on November 20, 2017 by

Ever since I have been old enough to want more than to go fishing, play football or become a musician of note, I have had a “Star from Afar:” some inexpressibly mysterious beauty whose progress across the silver screen captured … Continue reading →

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Her Parting Words

Posted on October 16, 2017 by

The time for pretending was now over: her gaunt face lying on the pillow, eking out her final breaths, Madelaine our only child, sleeping quietly in my arms, too young to watch her mother’s presence living out its final throw. … Continue reading →

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