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Friday, November 26, 2010

Any Old Iron?

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So what’s a photo of an iron doing here? This isn’t just any iron, it’s MY iron. A Morphy Richard’s electric iron bought at the beginning of...
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Thursday, November 11, 2010

Driving around Windermere over to Broughton

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We had a pleasant drive in winter sunshine yesterday, stopping for a simple lunch at Booths supermarket cafe in the town of Windermere. We d...
Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Winter Reflections

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Winter is almost upon us. Snow has fallen on high places around the country. I have to admit to getting very tired as the sun goes down, but...
Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Whinlatter Forest Park — The English Lake District

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For a birthday treat (as good an excuse for a run out as any!) we drove up to Whinlatter Forest Park on Monday. It was a glorious drive ther...
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Sunday, October 24, 2010

Fantasy — Witch of the Woods?

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(Story begins at Wrinkly Writer ) Even as I look, the creature turns towards me. Darkness falls. A face begins to take shape. A voice says, ...
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Sunday, October 17, 2010

A Sunday Walk

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A Sunday Circular Walk from Canal Foot to Plumpton via the coast path returning across the inland footpath. This was to be a gentle walk for...
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Monday, October 11, 2010

What a Splash!

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On our Sunday walk, we arrived at Canal Foot (Ulverston) to find the ducks going nuts. Were they trying to send off unwelcome groups, fighti...
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Gladys Hobson
Everything about my early life can be found in my illustrated book of childhood memories: When Phones Were Immobile and Lived in RED BOXES. Read the first two chapters at: www.magpiesnestpublishing.co.uk I also have my novels and anthologies on that site. I trained as a dress designer. Later turned to teaching. Took early retirement to train for church ministry. For the last eight years a full time writer. Personal experiences and settings tend to pop up in my stories! All my academic qualifications have been achieved in my middle and later years — as happened with most working-class achievers of my generation. I try to keep a sense of humour in all aspects of life. I can laugh at myself and at oldie jokes. But I wish the media would put less emphasis on faculties lost in old age (cause for laughter) and more on the wisdom gained. We old biddies do know a thing or two!
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