Shades of the same flower.

As I get older some memories are familiar friends recalled everyday; others pop up out of the blue but are as vivid as the first time they are experienced. Hector is one such find memory. Hector lived at the end of the street in an area called Old Trafford on the out skirts of central... Continue Reading →


Roadside tombstones

Like many of you I suspect, I do the same regular journey along the same route most days of the week. It is a journey which will have one aspect in common with every other journey everyone else will do. That is the bouquet of flowers that are fixed to a  lampost, fencing or an... Continue Reading →

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