Old books – more than the sum of their parts
Sorting my mother’s old books I came across volumes remembered from when I was a child. They contained so much more than their own pages.
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Fishcakes my Grandmother made
Rising to a challenge posed by WeAreEurope, I try to recreate the childhood food — “salmon cutlets” — that my grandmother used to make.
Beach Green bungalow – some of my earliest memories
The bungalow at Beach Green in Shoreham-by-Sea was the third place I lived, but the first place I have clear memories of.
Flying to Accra – in 1964 and 2018
Flying to Accra. This post continues my account of our my trip with Mrs SC to Ghana for my 60th birthday, This week’s post is about getting there.
Ghana memories – an introduction
Ghana memories: an introduction to a forthcoming series of posts at Stops and Stories about my trip to visit Ghana again after 54 years.
Flanders fields, poppies and iconography
Of Flanders fields, poppies and iconography – something of a ramble, something of a rant and all inspired by the recent Armistice memorial events.
A barber’s shop quartet: Malik, Rahim, Antonio and Reg
Sitting in the barber’s chair can be a meditative experience, my mind wanders back to revisit some of the barbers I have known.
Somebody faraway nearby that I used to know
A book review of The Faraway Nearby by Rebecca Solnit and Somebody That I Used to Know by Wendy Mitchell, two books read in parallel.
The worst journey in the world (redux)
What is the worst journey you have ever made? Recent events, public and private, have me remembering my own worst journey and the concept of a bad journey.
Six decades of a date – the thirtieth of July
The six decades between 1958 and 2018 – today is my 60th birthday and I’m sharing snapshots of my life from the last six decades.