Shirley 19 April, 2020 memory culture I remember sparkling kind blue eyes in a narrow face, chopped muddy blond hair like she had cut it herself, and a slight frame in a coat that was much too big for her. I don’t remember her surname. It was only last week, when I...
Today we went to Sparkwell zoo. We saw 2 brown bears, one of which was arthritic and 37 years old ( that’s apparently over 200 in human years*), tigers, lions, a mesmerising Jaguar, pig-dogs, pig-rats (not their formal names), some otters squeaking and begging...
For a while I knew how to make lace. Where did I learn that? Was it at school, from a French person, (une Dentellière, which naturally sounds like they use old teeth for pegs) or from one of the eccentric old ladies of Buckfastleigh I was always adopting? I dont know...
This is evidence that my Mum made me walk around Hembury Woods in the rain, 2 days after walking me to Dartmoor and back – whereupon all the muscles in my legs ceased to function within normal parameters. It is somewhat embarrassing to be effortlessly outwalked...
