Rollmöpse, things past, wish I could Ctrl+F books to find it again
1. The rollmops – pickled herring – are perfect: neither too fishy or too vinegary, just sweet and tangy. 2. I sit on the steps up to the door of our old house and pull grass seeds and sticky buds from the dog’s ears, tail and feathering. I feel nostalgic for all the time I [...]
3BT – balance, beer and books
1. As I wait for the bus to Bingley, I spy a crow perched in a tree near the bus stop. It’s too heavy for the tiny, spindly branches but it finds balance anyway. 2. After class, Katherine picks me up from Shipley and we go out to dinner at Coopers in Guiseley. At the [...]
