Sixty years on, the trainsstill run at the bottom of my garden. I return, expecting to seeuprooted rails, something for walkers,a crazed cycle path,but I hear the train, and I seethe track, though the meadows it ran throughhave been shaved…
Read: When my father was alive
Last week saw a rather sad landmark for the Lenton family: my uncle Paul, the youngest of my father’s brothers, died at the age of 96. He was the last of his generation, and the longest-lived. This of course means…
Travelling back through the centuriespast standing stonesand hollow hungry mounds,we arrive at Yesnaby, where cliffs and castlesfall into the sea, waves crash recklessly ineating away at what is unseen,giving us no warningthat soon we will be crashing toostruck down by a…
Read: Yesnaby
It is now a week since I had the plaster cast removed from my left arm. It seems longer. The cast had been on for five weeks and was getting extremely annoying. It was mainly the itching, but also the…