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For Slapton Woods – Peter Meets Lucy
I have written about Lucy Stevens before ( gig envy! ) and have followed her work since I first found out about it. Despite living near-ish to one another we had never met. Then at the Her Name is...
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Last night at the hairdressers
Last night at the hairdressers I read a poem that made me tingle all over. I can’t remember any of the words, But I can remember how it made me feel.
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Performing Industry : Pictures and Sounds
The distance between then and now is filled with the wonder of remembering what happened on the night. On how it amazing it felt being amongst all that sound; gently passing one idea on to one another...
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It’s the end of May. I can still here virtually nothing out of my left ear (currently). My house is still mostly a building site (currently). But below is the sound of the walk from Ophthalmology at...
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Back in the afternoons, wandering around the garden. I am very fond of Anglesey.
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October, gateway to Autumn proper. Turning leaves, now falling. But yet such chaos all around us. What will we notice in the clamour of it all? Possibly nothing. Take care. x
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My Phantom Voice. In the wood and the strings of the guitar. I feel a need to explain but does it matter? Everything vibrates with an energy. That it then gets put in a little digital box for you to...
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undeniably alive
Riding my bike home from work in the not quite nearly night of the early evening.My twin silhouettes, cast on the hedgerow from the headlights of the car behind me,slowly, confidently,glide past my...
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I gave up social media for Lent, tired of constant scrolling, hoping to find more time. But there is no ‘more time’, just time and what you chose to do with it.
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