Category Archives: Thoughts

Horse Whispers

The road from Great Yarmouth to Norwich crosses the former ‘Great Estuary’, now better known as the Halvergate marshes. Travelling by bus, I’m free to gaze out the window, to enjoy the serenity of this landscape, dotted with windmills, with … Continue reading

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Conveyor of Souls

From Japan to Ireland, stories are told of the Swan Maiden. The details might differ, but the general picture remains. Vulnerable without her protective ‘cloak’, she is found/captured by a prince. They marry, she gives him a variable number of … Continue reading

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The Winter Solstice and the Turning Tide

  As the outgoing tide takes away Friends and lovers who are travelling far So, too, alas, with the outgoing year; And we cannot yet see what those losses are But as the outgoing tide scours the shore Cleaning the … Continue reading

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Advice from the Old Side of Life

A mind is such a useful thing—once one acquires the habit Moreover, once started it’s hard to stop It’s not like those 45-records, to be offloaded in a specialist shop Nor like those electronic cassettes consigned to the bin When … Continue reading

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The Confusing Case of the Norman Arches

Tuesday 28th June. Up early. Breakfast. Packed lunch. Kit up. Catch bus into Norwich. And another out. I’m heading upriver—the Yare that is. First port of call: Hellington, where I get off the bus. I’ve never been there before. I’m … Continue reading

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What Lies Beyond

What lies beyond— What my eyes can see What my ears can hear What my nose can smell What my tongue can taste What my skin can feel: What lies beyond? Is it real?

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In Days Of Old . . .

In days of old when knights were bold And a daughter’s love by her father was sold A suitor’s rejection caused a change of direction To a distant city there to curl in self pity Slowly the years pass him … Continue reading

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