Author Archives: jonathan trustram

Thoughts on coming eye to eye with a pigeon on its nest

Posted on August 5, 2023 by jonathan trustram

Feral, that’s what they are. That means they’re ours, and yet not ours. Their ancestors, the rock doves, are still around, mostly on sea cliffs but also inland. Unlike true wild species of birds their colours cover a dazzling range, … Continue reading →

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Thames Water’s revenge, and one foot in the grave.

Posted on July 21, 2023 by jonathan trustram

I had a letter from them recently which said, terribly sorry, but we haven’t been collecting your direct debit, and you owe us £996, but don’t worry, there are lots of ways you can pay. Only do something before July … Continue reading →

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a few notes, including garden notes

Posted on June 27, 2023 by jonathan trustram

I’m puzzled by this. Why is her phone asking her a question? Shouldn’t it be the other way round? What’s so funny? And do hormone levels affect the fertility of women and smartphones? I’d guess that they do. Sorry: this … Continue reading →

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In the cellar with Phil

Posted on June 4, 2023 by jonathan trustram

may 29 6am got up at half five for the dawn chorus. there wasn’t one. What made me think of Phil? Three or four years ago Matt moved into the ground floor flat next door. He was cheery and neighbourly … Continue reading →

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close to home

Posted on May 16, 2023 by jonathan trustram

I’ll just get this out of the way first – I’m not a moany old git all the time although the temptations and provocations are many – it’s an ad at the bus stop: What on earth does it mean? … Continue reading →

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Maria and the museum in Exochori

Posted on April 24, 2023 by jonathan trustram

April 18, as scribbled in my notebook: a story which she will never forget – not any detail of it – and which I cannot remember. as it rolled and swelled I did a kind of orchestration by saying, every … Continue reading →

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Water, water….

Posted on April 23, 2023 by jonathan trustram

I was away for a couple of weeks and when I came back the street was strangely quiet. No orange pink plastic barriers, no drilling or digging, no temporary traffic lights, no heaps of clay, no cheerful PR sign boards. … Continue reading →

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Water again, fresh excavations.

Posted on March 15, 2023 by jonathan trustram

The villagers of Little Downham in Cambridgeshire made a cart shed out of green oak and recycled 19th century bricks next to their thriving community orchard and woodland. In the shed are various information boards; one tells us that half … Continue reading →

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Water: lids and covers, and illustrations of love

Posted on February 23, 2023 by jonathan trustram

feb 8 two water related experiences today and two new water related words. A. As I was coming out of Finsbury Park station today I heard an announcement: be careful said the voice, because there was an ingress of water. … Continue reading →

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Hand baked etc. no 7, love etc.

Posted on February 21, 2023 by jonathan trustram

february 3 I was approached on the path that leads to St Paul’s from the millennium footbridge by two young men who asked if they could ask me about love. They had a tripod with a smart phone clipped onto … Continue reading →

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