48 Hours: postscript

In my previous post, “48 Hours: my father and I”, I wrote about the unexpected death of my father in hospital on Easter Sunday. I had travelled to Lincolnshire to care for him on his expected release from hospital but that was not how it worked out.This post adds some thoughts on what happened inContinue reading “48 Hours: postscript”

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48 Hours: my father and I

This is a true story and not a very cheerful one, you might think, though it does have its moments of redemption. On Good Friday this year I left Orkney for a month, my longest absence since moving here six years ago. I did not want to leave Orkney behind, or Mrs Brown (Kathie Touin),Continue reading “48 Hours: my father and I”

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London Calling, and the Isle of Wight too…

  Do you remember The Clash song London Calling? To be fair my headline is not quite how it was. “London calling to the faraway towns” is what they sang. But we all have to start somewhere, to mis-quote Spike Milligan, and that is how I am starting this blog. Regular readers will know thatContinue reading “London Calling, and the Isle of Wight too…”

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