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VIVA MILANO! - PART 5 - HOME TRUTHS

It’s hard to believe but important to remember that back in the swinging days of the 1960s communications were a whole lot more difficult than they...

A Journey To The Buffers Ch 1 (3)

I visited a preserved railway recently and was slightly bemused to see the individual break all the pipes but not replace them and then proceed to...
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Up Carningli

(north Pembrokeshire 7/5/19) Beautiful lush green peaceful Gwaun Valley: walk up through woods of birdsong on to the heathland – bilberry, gorse, heather beginning to green … scramble up the path through the highest pile of rocks to the ‘crow’s nest’ with 360° views … :careful!
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The Misery of Flight (3)

I go back to school. It’s an old convent with toothless nuns still lingering in the halls, seemingly floating half an inch above the ground as they...
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VIVA MILANO! - PART 4 r R & R - THE FINAL COUNTDOWN

During my stay in Milan, I visited the cinema three times. Once with my Italian friend Anna, when I had my first viewing of ‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang...
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VIVA MILANO! PART 4 - R & R - OUT & ABOUT

Life in Milan in the late 60s was not all toil. They say all work and no play make Giulia a dull signorina. Not much chance of that. The arrival of a...
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VIVA MILANO! - PART 3 - HI HO HI HO OFF TO WORK I GO

Monday morning dawned at the YWCA in Milan, and, in spite of the enjoyable evening spent with (teetotal) Anna the previous day, I woke up bright and...

Peace Mission

I looked for peace inside And found a strange and gnarled yearning I walked I looked for peace in the nearest church The Catholic mass blared from...
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The Sixty Year Search

You still burn bright. As I fight the cruel light which taunts me with fading. We must find where to dance, My Love. A dancehall, Where every tune's...
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Expergefactor

Expergefactor Heavy in slumber My skin is dull Eyes wide heavy with sarrow. Where art thou expergefactor? An owl’s coot to awaken me no more. My mind...

LOST IN WATER

LOST IN WATER It begins life as a tadpole Uncanny resemblance to a sperm! Therefore I wonder how much of our (my) DNA Is shared with the humble frog...

A Journey To The Buffers Ch 1

I had a long love affair with trains and ultimately achieved my dream before moving on to teaching. I start as all stories do with 'In the beginning...' and I begin at St Pancras in 1958. None of the stories are fictional, but I claim the writers perogative to 'jazz up certain bits'
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The Booth: Part 2

I sit in the same café and booth that my father and I used as our first meeting place. Three months passed since that disastrous conversation and...

Mum

I’ve got to carry on mum’s gone rudderles with no guide I’ve got to carry on mum’s gone who knew of these feelings Of you and me all around eyes shut...

A Walk In The Park

A Walk In The Park by Paul McCann Handle with care we are fragile , beware its getting dangerous out there , like some passing remark when you’re...

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