The Sincerest For Of Poetry
Apprenticed To My Mother
Walking Into Trouble
Dead Flies and Sherry Trifle
The Last Will Of Sven Andersen
Booms And Busts
Buster & Moo
Salisbury Square
My Father and Other Liars
Life In A Conversation
Life, in a Grain of Sand
Life In A Flash
Tag Archives: dad
Fallible, Focused, Funny #father’sday
Three words for my father, dad, the old man, that ********* arse, silly bugger… They do say that eventually you realise your parents have feet of clay. With mum it took decades to appreciate she might need an upgrade to … Continue reading
Bowler Hatted #humour #memories
In the UK there has been a mild frisson of woke irritation ever since an ’eminent’ divorce lawyer banned cardigans on women as inappropriate attire in the office. They should look executive, like the president of a country. I have … Continue reading
Posted in humour, memories
Tagged bowler hats, dad, memories, office dress, train travel
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Advice To A Young Man #advice #parental advice #poem #poetry
My father and I undertook several annual walks with friends. These were usually a week, sometimes longer and took in some of the great long distance footpaths England, Wales and Scotland has to offer. We saw some gorgeous parts of … Continue reading
The Grapes of Wrath: A Father’s Wisdom
I witnessed a crime today. A couple of kids ahead of me, heads close together and one nabbed a piece of fruit off a stall outside a small convenience store. It was casual, brazen almost. They stood there, didn’t even … Continue reading
Walking With The Wind At My Back: Part One
‘Let’s do something a bit different next year.’ I should have known this would mean redefining the words ‘a bit’. Dad and I and a couple of his friends had just finished the fourth of our summer walking holidays. Dad … Continue reading
Posted in countryside, miscellany, walking
Tagged Coast to Coast, dad, long distance footpaths, memories, north downs way, walking
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Wrinkles and the art of aging
When my mother had her cataracts done the one downside was the realisation her skin was no longer smooth – more bark than balm, as she thought it. Not that she really minded. She just wished she’d realised. I found … Continue reading
First day Of Spring
So on the first day of spring, we had weather that was anything but… This ditty was one of Dad’s favourites SPRING HAS SPRUNG THE GRASS IS RIZ, I WONDER WHERE THE BIRDIE IS? THE BIRD IS ON THE WING! BUT … Continue reading
The Setley Plain Gibbet By Desmond Le Pard #poem #poetry
I thought I might post one of my Dad’s longer, epic poems about the New Forest, this one about a spot near to where we lived between Sway and Brockenhurst that I passed every day on the train to school. … Continue reading
Dickhead tours – revisted #holidays
A while back I posted about my experiences as a holiday organiser and why it was not a complete success. As we enter the summer holiday season I thought I might return to the subject for those of you who … Continue reading
Dinner! #homelife
I found this bell in the garage today, a bit dusty and cobwebby. It used to hang from the side of the family home in the New Forest. Mum had it put there to be used like those in cowboy … Continue reading
Posted in family, gardening, Hordle, humour, miscellany
Tagged dad, gardening, humour, memories
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