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Lost in Penshurst

Posted on August 5, 2012 by

As Einstein observed; time isn’t just relative, it’s subjective.  Six weeks passes quickly for an adult but for a child of five it’s an eternity.  So I’ve set out to make sure Luca’s summer holiday is filled with as many … Continue reading →

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War and Peace 2012

Posted on July 23, 2012 by

I have to confess to feeling distinctly out of my comfort zone at War and Peace 2012.  If you don’t know it, the annual event is billed as the largest gathering of its kind in the world for people whose … Continue reading →

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Jack O’Leigh

Posted on January 20, 2012 by

A sharp frost turns the green white.  Children scurry across the hard ground to school, breathing steam train clouds into gloved hands, seeing their familiar world anew, crisp, clear, clean, cold, into the bright sunlight running, racing into the new … Continue reading →

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Leigh Gothic

Posted on October 31, 2011 by

Do not mock the dead, this night of all nights.  The gravestones may read ‘at rest’ but wander between them beneath this haunting moon and you’ll find no rest.  For the dead of St Mary’s lie uneasy on All Souls … Continue reading →

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Leigh and the Land

Posted on September 3, 2011 by

One of the best ways of coming to understand a culture is though experiencing its festivals and celebrations.  That must be as true of England as of anywhere. Of course an English village fete isn’t Siena’s Palio or Pamplona’s bull … Continue reading →

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Lazy Saturday Afternoons

Posted on July 30, 2011 by

I’ve been caught rather by surprise just how much pleasure I get from seeing cricket played on the village green.  It is somehow very reassuring, conveying a sense of continuity and steadfastness. It may not be the blacksmith thundering in … Continue reading →

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