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Thursday, 2 July 2015

"England, sir?"

Yesterday I returned from a special place. A place of old bridges and wooden ships and crumbly buildings of flint and stone. A place where there are heathlands that go on for miles and pebbley seashores and tidal flats and tall pines by the sea. Where row-houses with orange chimneys give way to red, red poppy fields and lonely, wild sand dunes. A place where the weather is cool but the hearts are warm, where old friends meet and sit whispering in the shadow of a giant clock that all the while stands there tick-tick-ticking, reminding me that soon I must fly away again.

























Saturday, 13 June 2015

Around again


Funny how things go. Next week I fly out. The calendar says June 2015, mind says September 2010. Or August. Trippy tricks going on upstairs. Where they come from is beyond me.




Tuesday, 9 June 2015

flowers





from all of the places you left behind

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

Calling all former field hockey players


Here is a shameless plug: I am forming a team. 

If you are in the Rochester area, used to play hockey in either high school or college, and are interested in getting back into the sport recreationally, send me a message! Ideally we'd meet once a week to practice, scrimmage, and so forth, either at a local park or school field. I've never coached before and it's been many years since I've played, so this would be something very low-key.

Have already had a couple of responses so far…ladies, get those sticks out!

And before any eagle-eyes point out that the stick above is curved on the left, I know :)

Tuesday, 7 April 2015

East


Somewhere, far away from here, three friends of mine are sitting on a hillside sketching in Italy. A shame to miss Bologna this year and our post-fair travels. But the windows in the new place face east, so at least I am pointed in the right direction for next year. 


Friday, 3 April 2015

Onwards and upwards

See you in September, skating friends.


Luckily, the ice rink is right next to the boathouse on the river, which can only mean one thing: learning to row is the next adventure!