Tag Archives: Suffolk

Sealed in at Wroxeter

Inspired by a visit to Wroxeter, home to some of my ancestors, in Shropshire  (August 2018), and composed in a Prado Lounge Café Bar in Suffolk. Box Pews at a church in Selattyn, Shropshire Doors click open. Let me in and latch me in, keeping me seated. Listening. The Vicar steps up, announces himself, boxesContinue reading “Sealed in at Wroxeter”

Obesity Britain

(Inspired by an early-morning stroll along Market Hill, in Sudbury, Suffolk). ‘Obesity Britain,’ reads the stand. Obsequious Brits, sucked in, changing pennies for The Daily Mail. A daily struggle – paper fat with stories. Obstipated paper, stuffed full with stories to shame, to stigmatise, to solidify, to pump up, to blow up, to fatten outContinue reading “Obesity Britain”

Going Viral with H.V. Morton

A Beautiful Redhead Who is Not as Old as Jay Cool! It’s a good day for the gods who, judging by the downpour, appear to be emptying out their Portaloos all over Sudbury. This is a welcome relief for one such as I, Jay Cool, a once-was-ginger book obsessive. In a heatwave, those of usContinue reading “Going Viral with H.V. Morton”

Chilled in Chilton

Stall. Sigh. Stop. My carriage makes it back – just! With the third sprog now delivered to her safe and snug school, it’s mum time. Time to chill. A Lenovo laptop? Ancestry.com? But, before I’ve even entered my sacred password, I recall that, although child-free, I am still on mum-duty. I have a sprog requestContinue reading “Chilled in Chilton”

Day 4.3: Mayoress of Sudbury Visits Oswestry

Stop. Start, stutter, stall? No, this time, and not unusually so, it’s quite a definite STOP. Again, my Dacia Sandero takes the lead. Seems we are not destined to arrive at Chirk after all – not yet awhile at least! Caught up in the thrill of the chase, in the excitement of unexpected turns andContinue reading “Day 4.3: Mayoress of Sudbury Visits Oswestry”

The Stand

    Golden locks matted and mounted upon an upturned tripod. Remnants of a life lived, displaying itself on the belly of a monster desperate for survival, desperate for another chance at living, dancing, twirling – desperate for just one more spin. Just one more stand. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, June 2018

Sagging Rear

Rear hanging in the balance, sagging through the split panels of a garden perch stuck, unliftable, wedged in and permanently planted and fused into an in-law’s trunk. A family tree conjoined – sprouting. Copyright of text & photography owned by Jay Cool, June 2018

Rooted

Deprived of roots, she lets her hair loose, shakes it down over roofs and doorways to other people’s mocked-up hovels. Homes without foundations, plastic walls floating – on clogged-up clay. Chalked-up purples and felt-tipped reds clamour for a hold, reaching up to tug down on strands of twisted cells – on tangled death – wanting,Continue reading “Rooted”

The Laughing Barnacles

An inspirational garden scene! Renewed by seaweed cloak, I gallop out from inland home, determined and brave, and seeking to find, the coast, the home of my barnacle ancestors, and my old friend, my fellow Salopian – Darwin. But, I’m held back, my path barred by a washing line, and no feet, no mare toContinue reading “The Laughing Barnacles”