Signs of Spring

In all the ‘roadmap out of this’ nonsense that won’t be mentioned again in this post it’s been a huge lift, for me anyway, to witness the early arrival of some signs of Spring. You might have noticed them in other ways and even earlier in your own place, but for me the first signs …

It’s About Time

I love this time. This time when March starts turning into April, when winter has definitely turned into spring, when we do that thing with the clocks and fool ourselves that nature has changed. That we have more time, more light, more breathing in the open air. I love this time. Though I don’t get, …

One More Spring

“Follow me into just one more spring…” The song had been running around my head since I’d sat in the house listening to Scott Walker singing it this rainy Saturday afternoon just gone. A song of the deepest longing that has yearned through my life these fifty years past, for all of those springtimes. It’s …

In Liverpool: Those Three Sunny Days in April

If these were the only three sunny days we get they were great weren’t they? So I thought I’d write them down so I can remember them, later on. When the weather goes back to seeming like it’s colder than it used to be and it rains most days. It’s Saturday evening as I’m writing, …

In Liverpool: One Sunday Morning

Sunday morning always seems like such a special time to me. An in-between sort of time with nothing in particular to do, so you can do anything. No one’s likely to ring or email and there’s definitely nothing in my diary, so I begin the day by enthusiastically doing nothing at all. I’m good at …

Walking to The Egg

A work meeting for 11:30 in the morning is called off because someone’s sick (get well soon Ann Marie x). So what to do? Shall I fill in the time before my next appointment at 2 in the afternoon with other work or shall I go for a walk in the early spring sunshine? Easy choice, …