Sue Vincent's Blog: Echoes of Life, page 8

The Belcherman…

Sir Toby Belcher * With the vanguard of the Globotomists now fighting fervently on all fronts of the known world, the homeland has been entrusted to the safe-hands of former men of substance and stature, a little time-worn now, perhaps, … Continue reading →

Words matter

Words matter to us. Those that are said, those that are not said. The precision of a phrase, the use of one word rather than another can make all the difference to how we feel about something or someone. Often … Continue reading →

Living in Colour

It is New Year’s Eve. Everywhere are posts about the year in review or hopes for the coming one. It’s sort of obligatory.  A mini rite of passage as the old year fades and the new comes to birth. So … Continue reading →

When tomorrow comes

I looked at the pile of work on the table and thought, sod it, it could wait till tomorrow. But then, really, can it? Reading the Yeats poem today it occurred to me that I am twelve years older than … Continue reading →

King’s Shilling…

* The king finished scrutinising his appearance in the full length mirror with a satisfying ‘gurgle’. His royal tailor had done an altogether splendid job of ‘ironing out’ the few minor discrepancies of attire which had been picked up at … Continue reading →

The New Mediaevalism…

* St George ‘cradling’ or ‘choking’ a baby dragon? (Nuremberg Chronicle 493) * ‘Our un-elected leaders murder millions of us in real-time then appear on televisual entertainment programmes to appeal for our forgiveness. * The health service routinely puts to … Continue reading →

Magnetic north

*** August bank holiday weekend is approaching fast. The weather has been glorious, the skies clear and temperatures pleasant. As I get myself organised this morning it is, quite typically, raining. Today I once again throw the bags in the … Continue reading →

Free as a bird

  All, I have to say, is not right with the world. At least in terms of weather. Granted, it tends to behave beautifully when I really need it to…it is obligingly suited to purpose most of the time. Even … Continue reading →

Rowan berries

*** It started with a sleepless night. I was late to bed, as I couldn’t seem to relax. I wandered back downstairs a scant hour and a half after snuggling down with every intention of staying there for a long, … Continue reading →

Stepping stones

I was thinking about one of my favourite places today, and while for me it is the high moors, there are other things to see in Ilkley. As a child I used to love stepping off the train into the … Continue reading →