Tag: england
The warm air of the Aegean is a blanket wrapped around you. Life moves slowly and without any cares. Days stretch long like a yawn and nights are still and quiet. Here, in Greece, the heat of the day weighs your bones and makes your limbs heavy, pulling rest and sleep in to you naturally and peacefully. The ocean withdraws and then pushes forward to the land again and again like deep and dense breaths.
Posted on 6 March 2019
by J.S. Graustein
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Three, they say, is the largest number you’ll never need to count. Your eyes decide the Threeness or Unthreeness of things at a glance, along with Twoness, Oneness, Zeroality. Fourness and everything above is different, except when patterned like the spots on ladybirds and… Continue Reading “Four Leafed Clover”
Category: essay, WrittenWordWednesdayTags: canterbury, clover, ecolinguistics, england, essay, familiarity, field, finding, fiona jones, folded word, home, search image, searching, woods, WrittenWordWednesday
Posted on 17 September 2018
by sampriestley
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On a small patch of green beside the library in this close community on the hill, once a year we tell stories in a marquee while the sun blazes, the rain beats and the wind howls.
Posted on 16 January 2018
by sampriestley
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“Because I just can’t take anymore.”
“Don’t be so dramatic.”
“I’m not being dramatic, we’ve walked round this shopping mall ten times, we’ve been in every shoe shop there is.”
Posted on 30 March 2017
by sampriestley
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We pull up outside the house and look over at this pale sandstone building in the corner. A For Sale sign leans to the right and trees bend in from the left. It’s an odd looking house. Small church-like windows dot the stone as… Continue Reading “Resistance is Futile”
Posted on 22 September 2016
by sampriestley
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It was my first time in Brighton this summer, sometimes known as little London by the sea. I love coastal cities. I love the way they bring two worlds together and offer everybody everything all in one beautiful sprawling landscape. But Brighton has more… Continue Reading “Little London by the Sea”
Posted on 19 August 2016
by sampriestley
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In Whitby, North Yorkshire, England, the old ruined abbey on the hill overlooks the bay and pulls tourists up the 199 steps it takes to reach it, like the tide pulls the sea. The focal point of the town and a major tourist attraction, this ruined abbey was originally built in the 1200s and is an incredibly atmospheric ruined building to wander around, not least because it forms part of the backdrop for Dracula’s arrival in England in Bram Stoker’s classic.
Category: column, themeTags: abbey, coast, england, garden, hidden gem, samantha priestley, travel, UK, united kingdom, whitby, yorkshire
Posted on 16 June 2016
by sampriestley
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Belton House is a Grade I listed building in Lincolnshire, England, which sits amid beautiful formal Italian and Dutch gardens. Once the home of the Brownlow/Cust family, it now belongs to The National Trust who open it to the public and run tours. The house is fascinating both outside and in, but the incredible gardens and vast grounds are truly stunning.
Category: columnTags: below stairs, belton house, england, folded word, garden, lincolnshire, reflections, samantha priestley, servants, tour, travel
Posted on 19 May 2016
by sampriestley
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Every Wednesday evening she finished work early and drove her old Renault across town to the nursing home. It was one of the strangest routines she’d ever implemented in her life. Her mother was ninety-three. She was smaller than a rose bush. She was… Continue Reading “The Roundabout”
Category: short storiesTags: aging, daughter, dying, england, folded word, garden, journey, mother, nursing home, rotary, roundabout, samantha priestley, short story, UK
Posted on 17 March 2016
by sampriestley
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He thought, more than anything in the world, that there was nothing worse than holes.
The last straw came when he was walking down the street one day in London. He was looking at how Tower Bridge stood majestic against the pure blue spring sky, its two sibling towers tall above The Thames, and then the next minute his knee hit the pavement and his hand darted out in front of him to take the strain, and he was staring at the stone path so close to his face it took him a moment to fathom what had just happened.
Category: short storiesTags: community service, commuters, daffodils, england, folded word, garden, london, potholes, samantha priestley, short story, spring, UK