Taking Tea with the Lord Mayor

It’s not every year that your allotment neighbour is the Lord Mayor of Liverpool. But this past year that has been so. And Sarah and I were delighted to get an invitation to come into our Town Hall and visit our friend Erica as she nears the end of her term of office. Sarah’s never […]

On Penny Lane: In Remembrance

I’ve written on here before about Remembrance. Earlier this year in ‘The Great Silence’ I wrote about how the ideas for the grave of the Unknown Warrior and and the Great Silence were had, not by Generals or Prime Ministers, let alone Royalty, but by ordinary people. In so far as you can ever call […]

It’s Liverpool, August 1914: There are giants on the streets

It’s Liverpool, in August 1914 and there are giants on the streets. Not giants in terms of stature because many of them are just boys really. But giant hearts, giant dreams and giant love. For and from the boys and their sweethearts and their sisters and their brothers. Most of whom are laughing and cheering like […]

A year to live: One week

I haven’t written about this lately, but I’m still living as if this is my final year. To see what that does and to record what that feels like. I started it early last October and since then my work has simplified and our house has emptied out. So I thought, to continue this, I’d record an ‘ordinary’ […]

In Clitheroe: From a high hill

“Into my heart an air that kills From yon far country blows: What are those blue remembered hills, What spires, what farms are those? This is the land of lost content, I see it shining plain, The happy highways where I went And cannot come again.” Standing on a high hill in Clitheroe, north east […]