For a while I knew how to make lace. Where did I learn that? Was it at school, from a French person, (une Dentellière, which naturally sounds like they use old teeth for pegs) or from one of the eccentric old ladies of Buckfastleigh who were always adopting me? I don’t know whether there are [...]
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walking time
This is evidence that my Mum made me walk around Hembury Woods in the rain, 2 days after walking me to Dartmoor and back – whereupon all the muscles in my legs ceased to function within normal parameters. It is somewhat embarrassing to be effortlessly outwalked by by your 70 year old mother.
walking2dartmoor
Mum had new walking poles for her 70th birthday, from my brother. She’s very serious about walking when she uses them!
lies and other stories
One of the 51 year old twins, who will forever be half of the “Starck girls” of my youth, gets on the bus and proceeds to tell everyone – loudly – the exact price of all of her shopping, what she bought for whom and why, and how she ran out of money. I should [...]
Transports of Delight
I don’t know if all Devon bus rides are like this, and I suspect it wouldn’t be nearly as amusing in the height of summer when you were in a hurry to get to the beach, but this is an accurate account of a Buckfastleigh bus ride: The bus arrived a few minutes late, people [...]
