Journey of Words

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  • Lockdown 3 (Day 20) Thorpe Saint Andrew

    Trip trap, trip trap over the bridge I went to explore the more urban side of the river. Crossing the bridge was the easy bit. After that the carefully salted pavements and cycle tracks had iced over again and reset as black ice. The sapphire blue sky and dazzling sunlight was the cue for blue Read more

  • On Playing (xi)

    Why is it that teams comprise eleven players? Perfect for cricket. ~ n.b. I had a look on-line and the answers are pretty dumb given the fact that it was a rural game codified in 1744 and the story that Edward VIII had only eleven courtiers is a complete red herring. Cricket teams of eleven Read more

  • Lockdown 3 (Day 19) In Tune

    It would be ridiculous to file all the recorded music I have in alphabetical order until I have a settled home. I don’t know how long I will be living here, (no one knows how long Lockdown 3 will even last), but I know that I can’t put up any shelves in this rented property. Read more

  • On Playing x

    Can you still call up that glee in the pit of your guts when wind picked up leaves and dust devils spun the whole playground into a delirious flock of crows performing flips and twists free-falling then swooping up to hang on the vacuum formed in the lee of a Scots Pine clump? . Arms Read more

  • Lockdown 3 (Day 18) On the Streets

    By the time I was ready to get out all light had gone from the sky, bar a faint patch to the south-west above the trees on Carrow Hill. My brisk march lasted ninety minutes, during which I discovered some of the poshest streets of Norwich. They lie beyond the medieval walls, strung out on Read more

  • On Playing ix

    She asked him who he played as Knowing every boy pretends To be someone else when playing They dream they can be better He wanted to be Best ~ n.b. As a boy playing football I clearly had a failure of ambition. I pretended to be a Welsh international centre forward, not George Best. Who Read more