Category Archives: my life

A piece with people, for Sarah

Posted on June 29, 2017 by jonathan trustram

I stayed recently in Anavriti, a village in the mountains of the Peloponnese, at Guesthouse Arhontiko, a wonderful, welcoming place.( the guesthouse )  Maria somehow combines running it and cooking great food with teaching French down in the valley in Sparta. Her … Continue reading →

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at a full stop in the Gasterntal

Posted on February 22, 2017 by jonathan trustram

and how to go on? How to write on a subject about which I know next to nothing, but find myself drawn to? But first, one or two more deviations, diversions and prohibitions: 15. We moved to Cold Ashton, north … Continue reading →

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Deviations, Boundaries, Prohibitions, (revised)

Posted on January 22, 2017 by jonathan trustram

In the end I went back a long way, realising how much my walks and walking have been influenced by prohibitions. My mother used to tell the story of how when I was three, I took my little sister Judy … 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

There’s an old photo on the kitchen wall. A camp site on the French Atlantic coast south of Bordeaux, in the foreground a pallet for a table looking oddly like a big chess board, with a baby’s bottle, a tin … Continue reading →

Posted on March 4, 2012 by jonathan trustram | Leave a comment

Brought together for the first time in one exhibition

Posted on January 9, 2011 by jonathan trustram

My grandfather and his cardinal texts moved in with us soon after he began to lose his mind. It must have been at the beginning of the 1960’s.  One of the lessons the old school master liked to repeat was … Continue reading →

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“Mummy! The King’s dead!”

Posted on December 3, 2010 by jonathan trustram

Mummy! the King’s dead! This story could only have one title, but has the title ruined the story? It’s something to do with growing older: ‘spots of time’ as I think Wordsworth called them, or one liners as I tend … Continue reading →

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A long exposure

Posted on November 20, 2010 by jonathan trustram

Ten or twelve years ago, two or three years before she died,  I went up to the attic at my mother’s house to go through boxes of photos and photo albums and among the holiday snaps and smiling children and … Continue reading →

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