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: Herne Bay
The Insipid Traveller #holidays #travel
I’ve written about many holidays and travel and walking trips I’ve undertaken as an adult, to give a flavour of the places I’ve visited, what I’ve seen, how they’ve struck me and what I think about them. If I’m to … Continue reading
Posted in holidays, miscellany
Tagged Canterbury, Herne Bay, holidays, memories, Reculver
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Sun, Sea, Sand And #holidays
Every holiday from my earliest memory meant a visit to my mother’s mother – my Gran – who lived in a tall Georgian terraced house on the sea front at Herne Bay in North Kent. I could wax lyrical describing … Continue reading
I’m really quite sophisticated #humour #family #sibling
It’s odd what my mother kept. In one envelope are two letters written in the early 1960s by me and my brother, the Archaeologist. He is a mere 19 months older than me but it might as well be a … Continue reading
A rehabilitation of sorts
If you own a property in the UK or have anything to do with property you will know that this stuff is the worst thing you can find close by. Japanese knotweed is the Lucifer of weeds, the Capo Dei … Continue reading
Posted in experiences, food, miscellany
Tagged fergus drennan, food, forage, Herne Bay, holidays reculver, Kent, memories, outdoors
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Sun, sand, sea, sex… three out of four ain’t bad
Irene Waters has another prompt from her Times Past series thus: Prompt No 3. Beach Memories. Did you go for holidays to the seaside? What kind of swimming costume did you wear? What activities did you do? Did you slip slop … Continue reading
Posted in holidays, memories, miscellany
Tagged beach holidays, first memories, Herne Bay, ice cream, Reculver, sand, sea, Whitstable
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When the grandmothers came to stay (Part Two)
In part one, here, I talked about my father’s mother, Nana. Time to look at her rival, my mother’s mother, my Gran, and the unlikely role she played in extending Nana’s mortal coil. If Nana was passive, old and psychosomatically … Continue reading
Posted in families, memoires, miscellany
Tagged Caterham, Cider with Rosie, grandparents, Herne Bay, Laurie Lee
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When the grandmothers came to stay (Part One)…
In Laurie Lee’s classic novel about growing up in Gloucestershire soon after the First World War, Cider with Rosie, he includes two characters – Granny Trill and Granny Wallon. These two formidable old women war with each other and do all … Continue reading
Posted in families, memoires, miscellany
Tagged Caterham, Cider with Rosie, grandparents, Herne Bay, Laurie Lee
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H is for the Bay and the Hill – the Tale of Two Hernes
I had planned a post on Hull, Hell and Halifax, a line from a seventeenth century poem dealing with the desperate position you might find yourself in, in those three places; Halifax especially as the Lord of the Manor could … Continue reading
Posted in A to Z blogging challenge, miscellany
Tagged A to Z blogging challenge, Herne Bay, Herne Hill
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When the grandmothers came to stay…
Laurie Lee’s classic novel about growing up in Gloucestershire soon after the First World War, Cider with Rosie, was a set book in English when I was in the fourth form – year ten for the spring chickens amongst you. … Continue reading
Posted in families, memoires, miscellany
Tagged Caterham, Cider with Rosie, grandparents, Herne Bay, Laurie Lee
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Booking a vacation
Lisa Reiter’s latest prompt is Holiday Reads. It’s a difficult prompt if only because of the number of holidays someone of my age has been fortunate enough to undertake and the amount of reading material that has accompanied me. For … Continue reading
Posted in cricket, flash fiction, literature, memoires, miscellany, radio, sport
Tagged a short hitory of nearly everything, Alan Ross, Anthony Trollope, Bill Bryson, Canterbury, Charles Dickens, Conan Doye, Gone with the wind, Harry Potter, Herne Bay, Holiday reads, Jane Austen, Jersey, Jersey under the Jackboot, Jim Dale, Montana, Neville Cardus, patricia Cornwall, Peter Wimsey, Reading, Stephen Fry, The Crab with the Golden Claws, Tintin, Wilkie Collins, Wyoming
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