Tag Archives: Stoke Newington

hand baked in small batches using locally sourced ingredients no. 2

The other day I saw a headless rat on the pavement. Luckily I found an old pale blue face mask in my pocket. So I picked up the rat and dropped it in the litter bin. I looked around, no … Continue reading

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Experiencing fully

this post is ruined. god knows what has happened. 26/8/2023 the cover of the Kew magazine shouts out: the new way to WINTER What was wrong with the old way, I wonder. And what is the new way? Well, you … Continue reading

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poppies

One Sunday afternoon, two or three weeks ago, Sheila and I went for a little trip into the City. We took the train from Stoke Newington to Liverpool Street and then got on the first bus in Bishopsgate to go … Continue reading

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january 22 (2012?)

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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