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On the Weekend (X)
We are all at sea Clouds ploughing over our heads Wind blown, rain scoured . n.b. Storm Ciara turns the island into a vast ship pushing into the teeth of an Atlantic gale. Invigorating. CLP 09/02/2020 Read more
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On the Weekend (IX)
Wet Sunday Morning Porridge, tea and toast, Sports Mail Time for studying . n.b. I was very lucky as a child to be sent the Sports Mail each week by my grandfather (Grampy). At a young age and living a distance from Fratton Park this regular diet of football news, results and statistics sustained and Read more
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On the Weekend (VIII)
What drama awaits? Crash! Pause. Bang! Fence creaks. Snap! Scutter of debris . n.b. ‘Scutter’ may be a new word to you – it is to me. It is the sound of something hard and heavy being dragged in irregular bursts along a city street by a powerful draught, gust or gale. As the day Read more
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On the Weekend (VII)
Random tin-can spins Dances in crazy circuits Wild Saturday night . n.b. A tin has been rattling from kerb to brick wall to lamp-post through much of the night. Storm Ciara arrived on schedule and is gusting through the terraced streets creating whorls and eddies of air that tear at fences and buffet trees and Read more
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On the Weekend (VI)
Determined to stay Exploring Portsea Island Unearthing treasures . n.b. Portsmouth is Great Britain’s only island city, the second most densely populated urban environment after London. Perhaps it should be twinned with Manhattan? A brand called Strong Island is developing here. Pompey folk are proud of their home city and are happy to wear the Read more
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On the Weekend (V)
Daffodils seduced By warmth of afternoon Sun Coy revelation . n.b. We await the arrival of Storm Ciara. CLP 08/02/2020 Read more
Journey of Words 