My husband is excellent at planning surprises. Among many others, he planned and organised a birthday party on a boat on the Norfolk Broads with family and friends and a two-night stay in Cambridge, all without me having an inkling of what he was up to. But the most wonderful night I remember was on […]
Tag: Haibun Monday
Descent to Wroclaw
I don’t like getting to and from airports, the hanging around, the waiting in queues and the scrutiny of airport officials, but I do enjoy flying. I like switching off and ignoring other passengers, immersing myself in a book with nothing else to distract me – no telephone or door to answer, no appointments to […]
22nd November 1980
It had been a difficult transition, moving from one country to another; from a city’s familiar streets and longstanding friendships to the middle of nowhere in another country with a baby on the way. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy. What I didn’t realise was that I’d be thirty odd miles from the […]
Spanning Centuries
My name is Charles Bridge. I was conceived and born in 1357. I have survived floods and seen many changes, wars and revolution. I live in the centre of Prague. During the day, I am entertained by the musicians and pedlars that attract tourists and citizens whose footsteps wear and smooth my stone on their […]
Late Night London
Although I love living in a small Norfolk village, where there are no shops or street lights, I miss the sounds, smells and sights of London and relish the opportunity of visiting my daughter, who still lives between Clapham Common and Battersea. I love the way buses pulse like blood through the veins of the […]
Ordinary Interrupted
I live with my husband and two cats in a cottage that’s over a hundred years old by a river in the countryside. The garden is lush with grass and damp underfoot, nurturing robust willows and rampant weeds. The house is damp too. In the summer it’s cool and in the winter we have to […]
Arctic Escape
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Haibun Monday #17 In most parts of the UK, July and August are on average the warmest months of the year: blue skies, sunshine and soaring temperatures. Although it has been said that a British summer consists of two fine days and a thunderstorm which, until the last few […]
writing in north norfolk 