At the Calderstones Border

I miss the places with people in them,Or passing through.Random as well as planned meetings with friends.The touch of a hand,Arms round each other’s shoulders,The look in your eyes,The being together.Bean There, the Bluecoat,The University Library, The Calderstones Border.These many places where I’m missing you.And when we meet again,Will it be like lost lovers thenWho’d […]

Late November

The afternoon began with work but nature soon took over, and the work can wait ’til tomorrow. On Ibbotson’s Lane A talk I’m doing on Tuesday at the University as part of a ‘Teach Out programme of alternative learning on strike days’ left the house with me, in the format of a mind map I’d […]

In The Autumn of the Year

The days are dwindling down now, in the autumn of the year and most likely the autumn of a life. Which is all as it should be. I love the changes the seasons bring as I also love the changes time brings. The leaves on the trees letting go as naturally as age lets go […]

New Year’s Day: In Calderstones

A quiet walk in the low winter sun on the first day of 2017. My feet, in charge as ever, take me in the opposite direction to my usual tendencies and out into the suburbs, arriving at the perfect vision of an England from a hundred years ago that is All Hallows church.   The […]

Mr Roscoe’s Garden: A Political History

Here at a sense of place we’re big appreciators of William Roscoe and all he did for the City of Liverpool and, well, for humanity generally. Helping to get the Transatlantic Slave Trade stopped, at considerable physical and financial risk to himself was no mean feat after all. We followed his life, interests and achievements […]