A distant goodnight
The stage was empty, the curtains closed and the props neatly stacked. All but the dressing room and the back stairs were in darkness and shadows. Most of the actors […]
Author Archives: Ian
People on platforms
I thought I saw John on a train this morning, standing by the carriage door staring out at the ever-changing landscape as he sped his way to work. He was […]
The old cherry tree
Marking the boundary between the orchard known as La Pasera and the pasture known as La Vega has stood a cherry tree for as long as anyone can remember. Spawned […]
A door ajar (1)
Everyday for the past 18 years I’ve walked past the house on the corner of Kensington road, a small detached, unattractive house with an integral garage and a simple garden. […]
Stuff
Every drawer, cupboard, wardrobe, cabinet, box, chest and closet stuffed. Stuff; for wearing, for keeping (just in case); for the memories; for that one-time you just might need such stuff… […]
Less is more
It’s been six years since we took a conscious decision to alter our lives drastically, abandon a decent full-time salary and downsize, abroad. Asturias on the north coast of Spain […]
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