11/11/2009

I wrote this sitting in an upstairs room in a pub in Bude, Cornwall.  I sat and reflected that I was watching a little part of the world slowly die.  I was at the Bude Jazz Festival which annually celebrates the music as it was being born just about a hundred years ago in and…

I sat here and had my lunch today.  It’s the churchyard of St Laurence’s Church in Northfield.  It’s the church where I was christened 40 years ago this summer, it’s also the churchyard where my paternal grandparents are remembered.  I attended the CofE primary school next door, which has since been turned into houses, so…

It’s interesting to me how many times the same questions come up as I hobo my way around.  I thought I’d do a series of posts answering some of them. “So, when are you coming back?” This one reveals an assumption about what I’m doing, that it’s a thing, it’s a project, it had a…

I overheard the following side of a conversation on a train journey recently.  I’ve replaced the names with initials, though it’s highly unlikely that even with names intact the people in this situation would be directly recognisable.   Nonetheless, I can recognise the situation from my own experience and I imagine that anyone who’s spent…