A Glimpse of Sky

‘There are times I think I would gladly die for a glimpse of sky’

Or at least that how the song goes in my memory. I also think it was written by Judy Collins. And though neither of these memories turns out to be true it’s Judy Collins who’s singing the song in my head, having added the word ‘glimpse’ to Stephen Sondheim’s original lyrics, while I work on Sarah’s allotment in Liverpool this afternoon.

The sky is the great gift we get for spending a lot of our time outdoors. You get on with whatever it is you’re doing, and on this afternoon that has meant a lot of digging and looking at the soil, then when you look up there’s the sky, different every time. Continue reading “A Glimpse of Sky”

A Quiet New Year

The day before Christmas Eve I wrote and photographed a poem called “Letting Go: A Quiet Breath” and the quiet days have continued here from then through to this new year of 2018.

In The Mystery, watching the sun set on 2017. Photograph by Clare Melhuish.

These beloved souls are my three grandchildren: Finn, 3; Theo, 8, and Eleanor, 11. In the park with their parents, Simon, with Finn on his shoulders and my daughter Clare, who took the beautiful photograph.

A little later I’m on the other side of The Mystery, gazing up at the Moon.

As night falls on 2017.

The evening passes in quiet thoughts of what was good in 2017, what didn’t really work out and what might change as the year gets called 2018. We call these new year changes resolutions, but of course some of them are nothing of the sort. While we can all change stuff like what we eat, how much we run and, maybe, the work we do, much else that we’d like to happen is in the realm of wishes and dreams, like always.

Still, we can all change some of what’s immediately around us, so this morning finds us back at Sarah’s allotment, where we’ve spent several of these quiet days.

Two against nature, January 1st, 2018.

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A Christmas Clearing

Three days of quiet Christmastime on Sarah’s plot of Liverpool land.

This has been a clearing kind of year for Sarah and I. Our sequence of Clearing posts back in October and November recorded a time when we were clearing things and activities from our lives to focus better on what really matters to each of us in our different ways. And the news from here in Sarah’s shed on her allotment at Greenbank Lane Allotments this Christmas Day is that we’re still clearing.

Happy Christmas from both of us.

Sarah’s been gardening this plot of earth now since 2001. Over these sixteen years it’s been her passion, her joy, her refuge and her sanctuary. Others have helped over the years, hi Bren, hi Gemma and even me. But this is Sarah’s place and over the last few months, along with so much else, she’s been clearing it. Continue reading “A Christmas Clearing”

A Weekend in Early December

I’ve loved using this space I have to write more deeply these past few months. To change the balance between words and pictures on here and have more to say. I’ve particularly had more to say during this time for the reasons many of us will have more to say during times in our lives when we are ill or things generally are not going so well. From late July onwards things did not go well for me and I found myself, to my own relief and slight surprise, trying to write my way through my own doubts, illness, depression and unhappiness. It’s turned out I had a lot to say.

Now, come this weekend in early December, things are much better. Through the love and help of friends, the passing of time and perhaps the writing, my life is in a better place. So I’ve decided to write from this better place. For myself as much as for you who might read this. So I will remember, the next time depression darkens my door, that happiness, sometime soon, can always be a tangible possibility. Continue reading “A Weekend in Early December”

The Story of the The Beautiful Parks


As 2018 gets properly going ideas for Liverpool’s parks are starting to emerge. I’ll be able to tell you more soon, more about this story and what happened next. Listen…

There is magic all around us. Stories waiting to be told. In every park & street the future is waiting. Listen, while I tell you a story.

“In what would yet come to be looked back on as the early years of the 21st Century the people of Liverpool woke up to the beauty all around them. Gathering first in small groups in Autumn 2017 and telling each other stories of what they might do, in the parks and other places that had been around them for all of their lives, and many lives before but in the huddle and muggle of everyday busyness had been all but forgotten.

Here they began the re-membering and the re-doing of their place.

From early 2018 they started. Small things at first & many. The growing of things, the gatherings and re-gatherings. A litany of possibilities and a story-tellings of dreams. Dreams that got planted, stories that grew. Knowingly and quietly they began the re-growing of their Liverpool.

Listen, I’m telling you a story… Continue reading “The Story of the The Beautiful Parks”

A Sunday Circular Stroll

dsc07643There will be a glorious sunset later on. But today’s follow up to Saturday’s Smithdown Stroll starts on an ordinary, grey sort of day. One of my favourite kind. So here we go, off out for more aimless & pointless wandering around Liverpool. It’s what I do.

Along Crawford Avenue and on to Penny Lane.
Along Crawford Avenue and on to Penny Lane.
I but my lunch from Rough Hand Made. Best pastries in the city, I'd say.
I buy my lunch from Rough Hand Made here. Best pastries in the city, I’d say.

Mushrooms and spinach in filo pastry, which I’ll eat when I get to the park.

On Ibbotsons Lane. Sorry to have missed that!
On Ibbotsons Lane. Sorry to have missed that!
What's on in the Palm House?
What’s on in the Palm House?

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Sarah Horton’s Magnolia Tree

DSC05381As The Beatles nearly sang, ‘The best things in life are trees.’ Well some of the best things anyway. Every year they do what they do. The big things like draining the uplands and stopping flash floods, if we’re sensible and leave them where they are. But also the gentler things like enriching all of our lives with their changing beauty as the seasons come and go.

The other day on my long sunny walk around Liverpool I’d planned to end the walk with a flourish and show you Sarah’s magnolia tree in flower. However, as she turned out not to be at her allotment, the best I could do was photograph it from through the fence, some distance away. So not particularly spectacular then. Still, never mind, late this afternoon at the best time for a deeply blue sky, Sarah’s been to her allotment and taken pictures of her tree in its full glory, here at the end of March 2016.

Before looking at today’s pictures, let’s step back to November 2002. Sarah’s had her allotment for 18 months and by now has cleared the scrubland it was and got it designed and planted up ready for its centre-piece. Continue reading “Sarah Horton’s Magnolia Tree”


We’re having one of the most beautiful autumns I can remember and I enjoyed wandering around Liverpool taking my autumnal pictures so much last week that I had intended to do the same thing again today. For various reasons, some of them even quite good, I didn’t manage to get out walking at all today. But late in the afternoon I did get half an hour with my camera at Sarah’s allotment and here are the best of the pictures I took.

Even on a relatively small allotment plot the full glory of autumn is all around me.
Even on a relatively small allotment plot the full glory of autumn is all around me.
Here in the dogwood hedge.
Here in the dogwood hedge.

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Real Junk Food Liverpool

Since publishing late in August of 2015 this post has been viewed by more people than anything else I’ve ever published. Strong evidence of how welcome this new café is in Liverpool. However, as our Real Junk Food Café is only open at the weekends for now, most of these blog views have happened when readers couldn’t show their support by actually going to the café. So as the weekend arrives let’s put that right? See you there.

It shouldn’t have needed to happen, but I’m really glad it has. There’s a Real Junk Food Café in Liverpool. In Everton, in fact.Real Junk Food - 1At 117 Shaw Street, on the corner of Everton Brow.

If you’ve been reading this blog since we visited the founding Real Junk Food Project in Leeds you might remember that in one of the richest economies on earth we’re throwing away 35% of our food, in a country where austerity politics is causing many people to go needlessly hungry. And so a movement has started that is intercepting this food at the moment it is pointlessly thrown away – and retrieving it on behalf of us all.

Welcome to the Real Junk Food Project, Liverpool. Continue reading “Real Junk Food Liverpool”

An Oasis in Leeds

Lilac - 1Yesterday I visited an oasis in Bramley, West Leeds. After a mini bus ride over from Liverpool all of us there got off the bus to be greeted by this.

Lilac, the UK's first affordable ecological cohousing oasis!
Lilac, the UK’s first affordable ecological cohousing oasis!
Twenty houses plus something special I'll show you in a minute.
Twenty houses plus something special I’ll show you in a minute.
The houses built from prefabricated straw bale panels which the members of the community made themselves.
The houses built from prefabricated straw bale panels which the members of the community made themselves.
All on the site of a former school.
All on the site of a former school.

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