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Endings

July brings two endings:  the first draft of the new novel and a house move. As to the novel, of course a first draft is only the beginning of the end. All the business of first readers, publishers, re-drafting and editing lies ahead. But that daily assignment with...

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Cold fingers

Picture: Newcastle Keelmen   All through Boxing Day the east wind roared against the house and lashed the slates with sleety horizontal rain. In my attic office the noise of the wind was relentless, battering the roof, rocking the windows, so that you could be aware...

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Wrecked

All the bodies were lying in the same way: necks drooped submissively, eyes closed, black wings folded into the white belly, the claws gripped together and stretched out behind. I was sad when I saw the first one, but I accepted it. Birds do die at sea, do wash up on...

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Taking account

I am not writing this week.  Instead, I am doing the accounts for our business, a holiday house in Berwick, and it is a tedious task. The bank statements must be matched with receipts, the spouse harassed over missing items, mystery payments tracked down, and then it...

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‘When sparrows come…

The dawn chorus outside my window is not the melody of songbirds. It is the sociable badinage of the morning’s posse of sparrows, congregated in the gutter under the roof. It is surprisingly loud. One doesn’t usually think of sparrows as raucous, but this early...

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Bird joy

A favourite walk from our house is along the pier to the red-and-white lighthouse, now redundant, that still stands guard over the entrance to the estuary. The pier runs south through the rocks and mudflats below the tideline before turning east alongside the channel...

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