Feb 2019 · Blog

The View from my Window

My window faces north. On winter mornings, the house’s shadow draws close as the low sun lights up the neighbours’ gardens. On the fence close by a wood pigeon has been keeping me company…

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Dec 2017 · Blog

Winter writing in the Pyrenees

I’m set to take the dawn train down to our goathouse in a Pyrenean village for a week’s writing retreat. I’m crazy, I’m told, for this seems foolhardy in winter; when I seek a…

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Sep 2016 · Blog

My father’s grave, Rempstone

Rempstone moved its church some centuries ago. Its old graveyard remains behind scraggly hedges in the centre of a field, a yew tree breaking through the box tombs. My father Cyril Goodman now lies…

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