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” Uncle Pumblechook: a large hard-breathing middle-aged slow man, with a mouth like a fish, dull staring eyes, and sandy hair standing upright on his head, so that he looked as if he had just been all but choked, and … Continue reading
Why do the Brits say sorry all the time? Are we really a nation so terribly polite? We say sorry when we bump into someone. That’s just being polite. We really don’t want to crash about into other people. So … Continue reading
This door in the alley that leads up to the Cathedral in Rochester Kent is really curved with time. I would dread trying to draft proof it, or replace it with a modern door. Above it, the door frame bears … Continue reading
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Rochester, Kent, has a special place in my heart. I first discovered Rochester as a young girl. We were in Sheerness Kent and set out for a wonderful summer’s day with promises to be home by tea time. With change … Continue reading
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There was a crooked door where a very crooked man lived… and so on. I wonder how long it would take to get used to a door like this, would I perpetually creak over to one side in order to feel … Continue reading
I was on my way to Oxford and on the tube to Paddington. It was one of those wonderful days when seats were plenty. I was at Baker Street and a movement a little farther down the carriage caught my … Continue reading
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The winter grey is getting to me. A stroll through my photo library brought some green back into my life. This garden door in Kent, a solid wood door, painted black, leads to another garden that was not for my … Continue reading
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I had been mooching around the great cathedral of Rochester and found in the back this small door. It’s barely five foot high. What impressed me about this little door, was not the carved peak of the door, but the … Continue reading
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What a cheerful winter door on a very rainy winter day! I loved the bright yellow of the door and the white berries on the Christmas Wreath! A lovely door to chase away the winter gloom in Gravesend England.
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I almost missed this little door. It’s square and off the ground a bit. The only thing really standing out about it was the blue hinges, otherwise it was perfectly camouflaged in the castle’s stone works. I stopped and wondered … Continue reading
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