They will both stay here now until their end. My proud Dad resigned to realities, Balance gone – wheelchair bound. My Mum lives in the warm mists of her brain. ‘I am not sure where we are’ she says, ‘but I love it here’. ‘I could have any of these men’ she tells my wife.Continue reading “Ascension”
Author Archives: Jim Anderson
Benny Hill in Paradise
A few years ago we went to the island of Santorini. The runways had just been opened to non-military planes. We found a taverna at the end of the beach which served food and provided accommodation. It was catered by the lady, her husband sometimes served the food. I tried to remember my bits ofContinue reading “Benny Hill in Paradise”
Farm (The Past is a Foreign Country)
Just past the Alms Houses, the narrow road begins to climb up through the valley; there are wooded slopes on either side, which in springtime, are carpeted with the brilliance of bluebells. Halfway up, there is a gate on the left, and a track; this rises through the woodland and into lush green pastures, whichContinue reading “Farm (The Past is a Foreign Country)”
Welcome
This blog will soon house some of Jim’s other writings – from poems, to short fictional stories, to extra bits that didn’t make it into ‘Travels With My Tuba’! Stay tuned for updates…
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