Narrow boat on Leeds-Liverpool Canal.
Tag: Six Word Saturday
Old, New: a View from Cádiz
It’s Worth Going Walking Quite Early …
Six Words? Twelve Words? All nonsense.
Fish – clutter – drain – banana – starling – umbrella – buttermilk – sky – walking boots – bibulous – carbuncle – brain.
Just look at that. Twelve words. I have to weave those twelve random words into a single poem.
Our U3A writing group is one of the few things that’s continued throughout lockdown. It’s a positive activity at a somewhat negative time. But what CAN you do with a list like that? This, it turns out. I’m not too displeased. And here too are a few photos to illustrate the day.
Colsterdale
Wanting to de-clutter
my brain, I drive to
Colsterdale.
Walking boots? – Check.
Map? – Check.
Sandwich? – Check.
Banana? – Check.
Umbrella? Don’t be silly.
No starlings here, but
curlews, skylarks
crest the sky –
that cobalt sky, patched
with buttermilk clouds.
A chattering brook
drains into the reservoir
where fish silently dawdle
and spongy bibulous mosses
make soft mats beneath my feet.
Contented now,
I drive back to town.
I pass that new carbuncle and see
a socially distanced queue
snake round the recently-opened
supermarket.
Six Circles for a Lockdown Saturday
Potting shed at Gurukula, Kerala, India
El Clot metro station, Barcelona.
Street Art, Valencia.
Yayo Kusana’s The Passing Winter (2005) in Tate Liverpool
Look up in Liverpool Central Library and this is what you’ll see …
A trip round the harbour in Alicante.
Click on any image to see it full size.
One More Walk in the Woods
Greensitt Batts
Heslett Wood
Coal Bank Wood
Piccadilly
Five Ponds Wood
Mickley Barrass
I walk in the woods daily.
Join me just one more time.
Light shafting downwards through the trees.
Loamy paths, wild garlic, bluebells, campion.
Silence: except for birdsong, purling streams.
The tang of sap, earth, flowers.
Walking Every Single Day During Lockdown
I’ve made discoveries on my doorstep:
Woodland
Farmland
River bank
Lakeside
Pasture
Wildlife
A new walk, every single day.
A composite walk for Jo’s Monday Walk
Top Spot on a Tip-top Pot
We were due to walk part of the coastal section of the Cleveland Way this week. We looked forward to taking over from where we’d left off last year, and to having a windswept, scenic and invigorating walk along the cliffs edging the North Sea. Covid-19 put a stop to that. So – you can either read here about last year’s walk, or – as we did – admire these herring gulls on their lofty look-out posts in Staithes. Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be able to read about the postponed walk later this year.
Top Secret! Top Sleuth Needed Now!
The other day we got this postcard in the post. It’s from a friend, deciding against constant Social Media communication in favour of something a little more personal. It’s a lovely idea which I plan on copying. There’s just one problem. We can’t read the signature, and we don’t recognise the handwriting – who does any more in these days of emails?
Who is our Mystery Friend?*
* Clue. We don’t think it’s Jonah. Or the whale.
What Are You Going To Meet ….?
…. if you turn this corner?
An art installation, ‘Around the Corner’, in the Culture Mile, City of London, by Karsten Huneck and Bernd Truempler, KHBT .
William needed to explore.
This sentence is a a quotation from Virginia Woolf’s novel Jacob’s Room: ‘What are you going to meet if you turn this corner?’
An entry for Six Word Saturday.
From Pyrenees to Pennines 
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