Time and The Garden: A Pandemic Story

A day of writing and gardening, on my own and with Sarah. I will always remember May 2020 as the time I spent most of my time here on Sarah’s Allotment. Graciously suggested by her as the best place to keep on doing the PhD work I’m doing, while the bleak lockdown virus spring has …

For The Roses: An appreciation

I’m aware that one of the points of running a very photographic blog is that I should show you interesting and sometimes beautiful things, especially now. So I thought I’d let you know that the roses are coming out here in Liverpool. I’ve once again been doing my University work on Sarah’s allotment today. Interspersed, …

Home Life During a Pandemic

2nd May – Week 6 Sarah’s not here with me this morning as I begin the writing of this sixth lockdown letter from home. And that’s because even though it’s a Saturday she’s at a funeral, and will be at another tomorrow, another on Monday, and on they go. Busier than she’s ever been, along …

All My Quiet Places

I’m finding writing without walking impossible. I haven’t written a word for years that didn’t get walked first. Now, in these weeks of lockdown, I’m finding that short permitted walks can produce enough for occasional blog posts, but not for the sustained logical academic writing of my utopian PhD. The work I’ve taken on and …

Walking to Work: now work's not the main priority

My PhD work is about utopia and its related concepts. One of which, a dystopian time of unknown duration has now begun, and so can’t go without mention here in what might well end up being field notes for an eventual thesis. Written from within what might turn out to be the long now of …

Early Morning in the Library

I like it here, early in the morning when there’s hardly anybody else around yet, just some librarians and me. Off the early bus, now there’s light in the mornings, and up the stairs to my place on the second floor. Which is not really my place, but it always is this early in the …