On the way home from work on Friday, on the spur of the moment, I decided to visit Colchester Castle and make the most of my resident's pass. It was dark, the gates to the park were barely open, and the Castle itself was about to close to the public for the night. Randomly, I … Continue reading Jail Time
The Moon and Venus (and a passing aircraft) as seen at 07:00 this morning, in Colchester, England. Taken facing south-east. A beautiful way to start the day.
Once upon a time, my grandparents lived here with my mother and uncle. Last week upon a time, I suddenly came across this house and realised it was the one. Now, the buildings and cars have encroached, but my family's stories keep the place apart.
Long ago and not so far away, was my first home: 47 North Hill, Colchester, Essex, UK. It was there that my sister was born, and there that I was raised to realise that we are our stories. There, too, I learned to respect other stories, others' stories: to understand that history is always in … Continue reading My Back Yard
Dogs Trust: getting human and canine attention in town.
As seen today on the rear wall of a house in the Dutch Quarter, backing on to Colchester Castle Park, Essex. A feast for the eyes and food for thought.
My GP (general practitioner, or family doctor) is based at Durlston House, or number 18 North Hill, Colchester. I have a long connection to North Hill, perhaps longer than I realise, specifically number 47 with its key place in my personal history. Number 18 lies on the east side of North Hill and has its … Continue reading Number 18