On the mysterious arrival, and equally mysterious disappearance, of a Wurlitzer organ.
Grandma’s organ donation
reminiscences
Orion’s belt-buckle
In celebration of my adopted star.
Keswick Woods
In which I return to a favourite childhood haunt after a gap of 40 years.
Bacon and X
Not wishing to boast, but Richard Carter didn't get C-minuses—and he certainly didn't get SEE MEs.
Life's too short for pristine notebooks
How I eventually overcame my reluctance to write in my precious notebooks.
The seahorse and the pelican
How a passage from W.G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn might give a clue to some family history.
136 snail shells & a pint of shorts
As life events go, Shetland 1985 turned out to be right up there.
Evacuee kids
A wartime diary entry mentioning a couple of lads of my acquaintance.