A year ago they were in Broadstairs, on a coach trip for Folk Week and the antique shops.
She said it was Midsomer-sur-Mer, with all those creepy morris dancers. Some had blackened their faces, which seemed a bit racist. They scanned the scene for real black people, but drew a blank. The Guardian says the blacking-up is a tradition, something to do with chimney sweeps.
Later they sat on Tracy Coates (1960-1995), who loved the sea and Morelli’s ice cream. They did, too. On the way home they noticed that the Isle of Dogs was now the Greenwich Peninsula.
I'm originally from Liverpool and worked as a national magazine journalist for more than 30 years before suffering a stroke at age 53. I started blogging as part of a neuro-rehabilitation programme and wrote the very first entries with one finger of my disabled left hand. Later, art became another therapy for me at Headway East London's Submit To Love studios. I blog regularly and volunteer as a teaching assistant, coaching schoolchildren in aspects of journalism.
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