Category: #Silenti

#Furry Fives : gardening shoes!

Man: Those are your mother’s gardening shoes! Tess: They are lovely… Man: She’s been out there all day in the sun! Tess: You don’t understand. Man: Obviously not! ©Stephen Tanham 2020

All of them…

“Grandad,” said Jessica. “Can we have the Hoovid story, again?” Her hazel eyes, wise beyond their five years, twinkled at him. He put down the book of the forest, with its fold-out leaves and simulated bark, and smiled at her. “Okay,” he said. “Of course we can…ready?” He bounced her up and down on his knee: their chosen method for settling in for a … Read More All of them…

#ShortWrytz : Anglia ‘67

I came across this image the other day: a Ford Anglia, 1967. We had one, just this colour, and it was new. The first new car our family ever had. We’d had it about two weeks when Dad packed us all in and we motored off in the sunshine to Colwyn Bay; there to spend a few days in a B&B, and enjoying the … Read More #ShortWrytz : Anglia ‘67

#FurryFives : wash your human

Now then, girls, these are challenging times, so it’s important to keep your human clean! Let’s illustrate with the arm. First, give it a good sniff to check what kind of train-wreck you’re going to be dealing with… Then take a deep breath and rasp the tongue along the length of that rascal! Don’t be afraid to give it a little bite to get … Read More #FurryFives : wash your human

On Cobbled Streets

The opening photo was taken in the autumn. It shows the Bolton street where my mother still lives. Born in 1930, she survived the economic depression of the inter-war years, and the bombings, doodlebugs and devastation of WW2. I was born, at home, in a street of steeply sloping terraced houses not far from where that photo was taken. It was part of an … Read More On Cobbled Streets

#FurryFives : tea in bed

(From an interview with R-CatZ Magazine) Mag: So, Miss Misti, how are you enjoying your life in the Lake District? Miss Misti: Oh, cool. I mean, so much better than that bush in Bolton! Mag: I can see! And you get early morning tea in bed, too! Miss Misti: Comes with the celebrity… And I got two staff as well! That’s his hand I’m … Read More #FurryFives : tea in bed

Going Viral

There’s nothing funny about Covid-19, the Wu-Han-originated Coronavirus that has just been declared a global pandemic. But the explosive spread of the infection throws a lot of light on the state of human nature. A friend of mine said, recently, that, according to some 1960s comic books he had found in his loft, we should all be getting our personal flying cars by now; instead … Read More Going Viral

Unfolding Lilac

And then one day there will unfold Before delighted gaze A purple ring where thickest mud Had tempered walks on winter days ⦿ Where sliding boots had struggled To cross the sodden land Our eyes now look with wonder To gaze on colour’s gentle hand ⦿ Time and tide’s persistence Their essence of ascent From sodden bulb to flower’s joy A hidden rite of … Read More Unfolding Lilac

Echoes of the Bunkermen

I was born in the 1950s. It was an age riven by anxiety about nuclear war. Ten years after the Japanese cities of Hiroshima and Nagasaki had been destroyed by the first use of atomic-powered weapons, the west was still consumed with the horror of seeing Oppenheimer’s equations translated into an explosion that ripped apart buildings, adults and children on a scale envisaged only … Read More Echoes of the Bunkermen

#ShortWrytz : Hope in the Sky

I have always looked for the key ‘moments’ as the turn of the year progresses. My favourite is the first day when you feel like ‘spring is in the air’. But, prior to that, there are certain nights in March when you feel that there is ‘hope’ in the sky – and sometimes that comes in the darkness rather than in the day. Here … Read More #ShortWrytz : Hope in the Sky

Wisdom breathes out?

We seem to be wrestling with the recognition that an age is coming to an end, and that strange forms are filling the world with casual madness, behaving as though nothing hangs over, us; no piper calling for the line to the clifftop. The word ‘wisdom’ is to be used cautiously. It is subjective. One person’s wisdom is another’s folly. And yet, looking back … Read More Wisdom breathes out?

#ShortWrytz: Lille Sundance

It was late afternoon in the city of Lille in northern France. We were making our way back to our relative’s house on the outskirts of the centre when we turned a corner and found the sunset breaking through the heavy clouds at the ‘end of the street’. Being January, the sky was rapidly darkening, but suddenly the street was filled with golden light … Read More #ShortWrytz: Lille Sundance