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NaBloPoMo XXII: Walking on the Edge of the World, Capturing Rainbows: (What I’ve Been Singing This Week)


Isn’t this a lovely lullaby? You can’t have a repertoire without a lullaby or 20 in it, can you?

Secret Garden is the duo of Irish violinist Fionnuala Sherry and Norwegian composer and pianist Rolf Lovland. They’ve won Eurovision twice (for Norway) and are the originators of the song You Raise Me Up which everybody on the planet has recorded (this is only a slight exaggeration). I sing it myself. (Why let the professionals have all the good tunes)?

I walk to my singing lessons. It’s a steep uphill climb all the way. My walk takes me past a cemetery, but on the other side of the road. Yesterday, icy rain was falling on the cemetery, but not on my side of the road, or me, where the sun had come out. I felt like I was walking on the edge of the world. Continue reading

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Friday Fictioneers 100-Word Story Challenge: I Dreamt I Dwelt In Marble Halls


Every Friday authors gather around the virtual fireside of fellow WordPress blogger Rochelle Wisoff to share flash fiction stories of 100 words, prompted by a photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. I Dreamt I Dwelt In … Continue reading

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Urban Walking – Refilling the Well


I haven’t found much time so far this year for picturesque country or coastal walks. I get antsy however if I don’t walk, hairs sprout from my teeth, so for the safety of the general public and for my own … Continue reading

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From St Michele (Capri) to St Michael (Paris)


It’s exquisite isn’t it, the image. It’s part of an illustration, the original of which is an Indian (Asian) painting. It’s in a book I found in a ‘brocante’ near the house we used to own in northern France. We visited frequently, to browse the secondhand and antiquarian furniture and goods. The book is full of such delightful illustrations. This one pulls out to three times the width of the book, which is a French language version of a collection of short stories by Rudyard Kipling: ‘Monsieur l’Elephant’. It’s a ‘posh’ limited edition, marketed originally for children.

I wouldn’t have found this book had I not been at the time on a specific quest for books. I wasn’t looking for content however, just books with interesting covers. The idea was to recycle unwanted books into handbags by scooping out the insides (i.e. the texts), adding ‘sides’ of fabric and handles. Like many of my ‘good ideas’, it was doomed to failure of course.

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Taking a Preposition for a Walk I: ‘Walking to …’


Shocked, it inspired Fran to set about collecting 46,000 pieces of litter whilst walking on the beaches near her home. At each visit, she picked up all the litter she could carry and whilst walking raised nearly £1,000 for the Marine Conservation Society through sponsorship and sale of her unique seaside ‘souvenirs’. Continue reading

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