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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 7

He has the feeling he’s staring back in time, or at another part of time. And, as he stares, the white, blown carcass of a moon-like fish – a tench – stares back from the reed bed, its ripped flesh … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 6

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time. Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 5

The river is within us, the sea is all about us      T.S. Eliot – The Dry Salvages Julie is one of the lost. Sitting on the train to West Kirby, alone and enveloped in her thoughts, as ever, … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 4

So the lockdown continues and all my river wanderings must either come from memory or take place in the virtual world. My other daughter, the middle one of three, is self-isolating too. She is pregnant and has been advised that … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 3

So now, with my youngest daughter back from university, we have three of us at home under lockdown. But my wife, as a key NHS worker, still has to go out. Her patients need her, which is why she and … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 2

When Boris Johnson evokes cod-Churchillian wartime metaphors in place of any semblance of wise leadership when formulating our national response to COVID-19 and Emmanuel Macron repeatedly declares that ‘we are at war’ with the virus, we know we’re in serious … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Lockdown, Day 1

In that flash of lucidity he became aware that he was unable to bear in his soul the crushing weight of so much past. Gabriel García Márquez – One Hundred Years of Solitude Rivers have always played an important part … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Week 4

Watching the water flow past a bend in the river. The same place, the same time of day, every week for 52 weeks. A year in the life. Week 4 The shops are stripped of all essential goods, the streets … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Week 3

Watching the water flow past a bend in the river. The same place, the same time of day, every week for 52 weeks. A year in the life. Week 3   A gloom of gathering cloud – I blink to … Continue reading

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The Flow of Time: Week 2

Watching the water flow past a bend in the river. The same place, the same time of day, every week for 52 weeks. A year in the life. Week 2 The rain is steady and insistent. Underfoot the ground is … Continue reading

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