I am often pleasantly surprised by typing mistakes. This is a nice one. It made me want to stick it in this blog and I notice with alarm that I did not post anything in the first six months of the year. And yet I hanker. I think kind of continuously of vaguely things to put in here or write or about what is already here and the nice pictures and moments spent composing the posts and what will happen to it? Where will it all go? I'm not planning to die immediately but I will die sometime and at least no-one will have to burn this or have it pulped...
Publié par Vita Brevis à 15:17 Permalink
Barony Colliery, the Barnie Pit, the coal mine my father (and his father) worked in has long since been closed down. Ever active in the imagination.
Talking about digging, I just had the urge, following the horrors in Paris last week, to re-post the story I wrote in response to the bombings in London ten years ago.
In memory of Jean Charles de Menezes
Publié par Vita Brevis à 12:30 Permalink