Spong
I think I have a blood clot in my right leg, I told the woman who answered the phone at the doctors’ surgery, and explained my symptoms. She panicked, I can’t see a way of fitting you in, and I … Continue reading Spong
Tag: travel
And, Away!
It’s six-o-two on Christmas morning. We are in a distillery cottage on Islay, Dave is sleeping, the wind is roaring round us like a fury, causing the wood in the stove to burn too quickly. I can’t work out how … Continue reading And, Away!
An Artist and her Bus Pass
I am on a lonely road and I am travelling, sang Joni Mitchell in a song I like very much. But her problem could be considered quite the opposite of mine: I’m in a melee and I’m going nowhere. So, … Continue reading An Artist and her Bus Pass
It’s a Butey!
Tuesday 20 July I sit at the window of a kitchen that is mine for the week, like a cat safe in the knowledge its curiosity won’t kill it here. On the table beside me a chicken fajita roll from … Continue reading It’s a Butey!
Stinging Sixties
Thanks to my parents not being able to keep their hands off each other for, preferably, another twenty years, a week ago I became sixty. I’ve known it was going to happen for quite some time, but I still find … Continue reading Stinging Sixties
D&G Poetry Lockdown Party – Number 19 – Eryl Gasper Dick
Originally posted on D&G Poetry:
ERYL GASPER-DICK – How does one choose only three writers, yikes?! I’ve spent an absurd amount of time sifting through all the writers I love and thinking about why. In the end I… Continue reading D&G Poetry Lockdown Party – Number 19 – Eryl Gasper Dick
American Takeout
We’ve been back almost two weeks, and I’m still reeling from my American experience. So much so I can’t seem to clear my head enough to write about it. So I’ve decided to write about food instead. Anyone who remembers … Continue reading American Takeout
Brooklyn Morning
It’s six-o-five, still dark, and I am sitting by an open window at the dining table of our New York apartment. The city is waking, cars, which never quite stop moving, are gathering force, a man walks by with a … Continue reading Brooklyn Morning
One More Sleep
I should be packing – which means finishing the ironing I began yesterday.I should be cleaning the house so our return won’t be too gruesome.I should be going to the Post Office to bank the cheque that arrived this morning, … Continue reading One More Sleep
Trippin’
I spent last summer almost entirely away from home. It all began with our wedding at St Abbs, took in our honeymoon on the Isle of Lewis and two family get togethers in the south of England, before concluding with … Continue reading Trippin’
Eryl Gasper-Dick, still curious 