An Impingement on my Swimming
Why I stopped swimming and how come I’m back in the water again. It all has to do with developing and overcoming an impingement.
This sub-category of Articulations collects posts that are mostly or largely made up of memoirs from my life, or family stories
Why I stopped swimming and how come I’m back in the water again. It all has to do with developing and overcoming an impingement.
One of my first jobs after graduating from university – I worked for a steel fabricating company under the arches near Leeds station.
A Sandstorm Summer Holiday – not the best advert for Lytham St Annes, I’m afraid. This is an attempt to write autobiographical flash fiction.
Part 2 of The Return to Tema, in which, in 2018, I search for the house I remember living in and the school I attended back in 1963 and 1964.
On the Accra-Tema Motorway: first part of a report on my return to Tema, Ghana, 50 years on from when I was there as a child in 1963-64.
Skiing downhill was never my strong suit – let’s face it, skiing was never my strong suit – but once upon a time I used to ski every winter.
Shanks’s Pony is an old idiom for feet and walking. I’ve been having problems with my feet – they don’t like carrying me any more.
Fire in the bowl, or Cinderella and the flaming deposit, a supposedly eco-friendly adventure from my recent holiday (though I have my doubts)
A writing prompt on the website of my writers’ group has me counterfeiting a letter my father might have written to me.
The bungalow at Beach Green in Shoreham-by-Sea was the third place I lived, but the first place I have clear memories of.