I feel as though there could never be enough times in my life when I turn the corner from Catharine Street into Huskisson Street. For decades now this corner of these two streets has been one of my favourite places. A place that lifts my mood even when I’m happy and has performed reliable miracles […]
Who wouldn’t want to walk along Huskisson Street in the morning? There’s always somewhere to get to isn’t there? Always something filling up your mind with the things to do when you arrive at wherever? What hardly ever happens in the middle of all this getting on is the quiet voice. You may know it? […]
The dark days of December and January end and February comes in, at least for today, warm and sunny. On my way into work, at Coming Home in Hope Street, I get off the bus a couple of stops early. There’s something special I want to see. I’m not going in there just yet though. […]
After the early Autumn sun Had burned the early morning mist From the streets of the city, I walked along Huskisson Street And photographed the great cathedral Rising from behind the houses. “Glorious” I thought, “Simply glorious.” “Simply glorious.” Ronnie Hughes 8th September, 2015.
Due to some oversight at the Meteorological Office my birthday dawns brightly blue, and so the two friends are able to set out on a walk together. Still we’re not complaining. The day of my birth is usually marked by heavy leaden skies and sheets of sideways rain. So this feels almost springlike. There is […]
As I write this early in the evening I can hear the lovely sound of children playing outside in the street. Here in Northern England the winter ended at the weekend and spring is suddenly with us. One more spring. And today I gave myself the gift of a spring afternoon. Finding a work meeting […]