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Four hours on a Saturday at the branch library
The small library in the old brick house opens from ten until two on Saturdays. I stayed for all four hours to see who…
A paper timetable at a small station
An hour to wait at a quiet station under a rocky hillside, and why the folded timetable in my pocket was more use than…
What a café table is for
Laptops, lunches, first dates, and job interviews all share the same small square of wood. A morning spent watching them take turns.
Three sticky notes and a cup of tea
I deleted the to-do app and allowed myself three notes on the edge of the monitor. The tea turned out to be the other…
Reading a lane by its doorways
One short cobbled lane, walked slowly, turns out to be a record of every owner who wanted a different front door.
Walking the same path for a year
Twelve visits to one stone path under the trees, and a slow lesson in noticing things that only change when you are not looking.
The best lunch is eaten standing up
A warm roll, a spiced potato fritter, a green chilli and a square of paper napkin. In praise of food that asks nothing of…
The list of hills
A notebook of every hill climbed since childhood, and what a thirty-year list teaches about finishing things.
Who looks after the pots on the lane
Every doorway on one cobbled lane has a plant outside it. All summer I tried, and failed, to catch anyone watering them.