The next day I arrived at the office earlier and, after parking my scooter, I went to a nearby newsagent shop and bought a copy of another local paper (the Flintshire Leader), a copy of the Daily Mirror and a copy of The Guardian . . . and a packet of cigarettes. I went straightContinue reading “A new day – a new beginning?”
Author Archives: Robin
We are seven
by William Wordsworth A simple Child, That lightly drew its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death? I met a little Cottage Girl: She was eight years old she said; Her hair was thick with many a curl That clustered round her head. She had a rustic, woodlandContinue reading “We are seven”
Time for a break
That first morning at the office in Holywell was quite a drag and enough to put some people off journalism for life. Halfway through the morning we had a coffee break and decided to switch subjects. Delwyn took the wedding reports (how many people can get married over one weekend?) and I took the obituariesContinue reading “Time for a break”
O Captain! My Captain!
by Walt Whitman O Captain! My Captain! our fearful trip is done, The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won, The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting, While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring; But O heart! heart! heart! O the bleedingContinue reading “O Captain! My Captain!”
The Rainy Day
by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains, and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains and theContinue reading “The Rainy Day”
Hands across the sea
Today is the weekend and I digress from the story of a wannabe journalist to look back at the actor’s life. I don’t know who came up with the idea but Joe Holroyd and Angela Day announced that we were going to take part in a youth group exchange – with a group in Germany.Continue reading “Hands across the sea”
The Garden
by Andrew Marvell (1621-1678) How vainly men themselves amaze To win the palm, the oak, or bays; And their uncessant labors see Crowned from some single herb or tree, Whose short and narrow-vergèd shade Does prudently their toils upbraid; While all the flowers and trees do close To weave the garlands of repose. Fair Quiet,Continue reading “The Garden”
In the beginning
In 1967, while I was still too young to have driving lessons, I bought a secondhand Lambretta scooter to get to college and back and be able to get around at the weekends. I will set things straight, here and now, I was NOT a mod and I was NOT a rocker. I bought theContinue reading “In the beginning”
How do I love thee?
Sonnet 43 by Elizabeth Barrett Browning How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to the level of every day’s, Most quiet need,Continue reading “How do I love thee?”
How time flies
Time can play funny tricks with your memory. For instance I know I started at Kelsterton College in September 1966. I thought that I completed the college year the following June or possibly early July. That would mean I started work (yes I actually got a job very quickly) some time in July or AugustContinue reading “How time flies”
Robin's Nest 