Category Archives: 2013


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Image of the shops at SNUG COVE in EDEN. Upstairs is the flat I wanted JB to rent. I fancied myself up there watching the passing parade.

The featured image was taken in EDEN in 2013 outside the Fisherman’s Club. I have such a hole in my life where Izzy once was.


Its been a mixed up day for me. Today a man called Michael died. He was the father of about 7children and married for a very long time.

This is what they posted, those who love him. on the FB wall of their secondhand shop.

Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message He Is Dead,
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

He was our North, our South, our East and West,
Our working week and our Sunday rest,
Our noon, our midnight, our talk, our song;
We thought that love would last for ever: we were wrong.

The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

adapted from W.H Auden

Love from the Harfields.


It is also the day that Terrorists killed more than 100 people in the centre of Paris. My friend Patricia, is , thankfully at home and safe in her apartment.


And I am at my home. I have driven a little and shopped in the Butcher’s. I have had a prescription filled and bought new shampoo – SUKIN. I have bought a backscrubbing loofah and wandered around the golf course. I SAW  the dumb arse sign about vandals destroying vegetation and the boats out fishing for flathead. And its rained all day. There were black cockatoos in the yard. Its chilly and wet . A Day for the Dead.

I had flashes of memories of my life on the Tweed where I drove round all over the place and explored a great deal.


“Whenever someone who knows you Disappears, you lose one version of yourself. Yourself as you were seen, as you were Judged to be. Lover or Enemy, mother or friend, those who know us construct us, and Their several knowings slant the different Facets of our characters like diamond-cutter’s tools. Each loss is a search step leading to the grave, where all versions glare and end. “

Salman Rushdie

us driving

It does something to you – seeing them dead. It has done something to me. Sudden Death is a strange thing. Death in sneakers beside a road and under a blue sheet is strange. I don’t often see or feel it now but it comes at times. I looked at him and didn’t bend to touch him. I knew he had stopped. I saw my Mother stop working. And my Sister. I knew he had stopped. And I knew that parts of me were leaving with him. I don’t think of it so often now – but at times – I do.