Category Archives: Devon

Sunday

– is the day I never know what to do with – including writing grammatical sentences. It’s a hangover, I think, from early childhood when, once a week, the awful prospect of SUNDAY SCHOOL faced me. As if it were … Continue reading

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What I was watching when I should have been (re)writing…

Martyn and I took a stroll down into Dawlish yesterday and look what we saw… a monochrome study but for the red beaks. There are now at least six adult black swans on Dawlish Water – and three nests, one … Continue reading

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Performance art in Torbay – The Tale

It was much more than that. For three weeks in September The Tale took its mobile audience through memorabilia, sea trips, promenade and venue based performance art, sound installations and the spoken word provided by the young people of Torbay. … Continue reading

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Wasn’t what I was looking for…

Went for an early morning walk for inspiration this morning (up on the cliff is the apartment block where I live). The waves were significant – magnificent! There was seaweed everywhere, driftwood, two dead jellyfish and other marine life body … Continue reading

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Deathly mist driftin’ Daw-lishwards, m’dears

Don’t look too bad, do it? But t’were a darkly time on the number eleven trundling back from the bright Spring sunshine o’ Torquay to the darkling world o’ Dawlish. We were going’ along fine an’ happy like, right up … Continue reading

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I LOVE TEIGNMOUTH!

Last week, browsing in W H Smith, I heard someone singing – not humming – singing Diamonds Are Forever. Not the usual W H Smith experience. Paying for my newspaper, I asked the lady manager if she was the singer. … Continue reading

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