Author Archives: jonathan trustram

a local history

Posted on October 29, 2014 by jonathan trustram

The other day I was walking down the High Street to the post office where the queue is always like Christmas – it’s got worse since privatisation I said to the woman who served me, she said no, we haven’t … Continue reading →

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At Vodnikov Dom, conspiracy to pervert the course of justice, Thlaspi rotundifolium

Posted on October 29, 2014 by jonathan trustram

So long on introductions and scene setting I don’t arrive. Now I’ll miss the 7 17 train and have to wait half an hour, and I was so pleased with myself for starting work a couple of times at 7. … Continue reading →

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nature notes (3) The Fall

Posted on June 3, 2013 by jonathan trustram

Today I saw a fox trotting up the garden path with a fat bunch of unruly feathers in its mouth. Come to think of it I haven’t seen either pigeon for a while. And S has been out and bought … Continue reading →

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nature notes (2)

Posted on June 2, 2013 by jonathan trustram

Sitting at the kitchen table by the big window overlooking the garden, we have a good view of the rats. They’re bold and relaxed. At first, in the winter, there was just one that I noticed. An elderly rat, taking … Continue reading →

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‘where moth doth not corrupt’ My memories of Yugoslavia are like gold in that they will not tarnish. Unlike the whale bones in the Hvalsalen in Bergen that Kathleen Jamie writes about in Sightlines, they don’t gather dust. They don’t … Continue reading →

Posted on June 1, 2013 by jonathan trustram | Leave a comment

nature notes

Posted on May 30, 2013 by jonathan trustram

They’ve brought ibex back to parts of the French and Italian Alps where they’d been hunted to extinction, they’ve reintroduced beavers to the Scottish highlands and the great bustard to Salisbury Plain. The red kite has been a great success … Continue reading →

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january 22 (2012?)

Posted on January 22, 2013 by jonathan trustram

Tuesday. It snowed a lot on sunday, after friday’s snow had half melted and the streets and pavements were dark and dirty, and it’s still here, still white, though it mostly dripped off the branches in yesterday’s brief sun. Yesterday … Continue reading →

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I was reluctant to write a conclusion, because of its banality, and because I’m embarrassed that I didn’t read the landscape more clearly at first. The combination of order and confusion, of care and neglect, gives a special feeling to … Continue reading →

Posted on January 7, 2013 by jonathan trustram | 2 Comments

Peniarth-uchaf

Posted on October 28, 2012 by jonathan trustram

 Yesterday I woke up writing. that’s the cover of the book. and this could be the last page: There are two years, could maybe be twenty, between these photographs, which were taken on a dilapidated estate called Peniarth-uchaf in the … Continue reading →

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the blood donor

Posted on September 29, 2012 by jonathan trustram

Here’s a story with a good and easy ending (easy to tell), but I haven’t worked out how to tell the middle. I went to give blood a few years ago, at the anonymous, cosmopolitan donor centre in the West … Continue reading →

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