Pete Hartley: sometime dramaturg, perennial scribbler
Roaming in Ribchester “Jim Ridge has got a Roman Wall in his back garden.” So declared my mate Bob some forty-odd years ago. At the time we were enjoying a pint in a pub in Ribchester on the banks of the River Ribble in Lancashire. I cannot recall how Bob, who was an aerospace fitter, … Continue reading The legionnaire by the lavatory
A short prehistoric fancy.
A review of a new free collection of short stories published by Lancashire Libraries.
A four-mile circumnavigation of Hoghton Tower.
A warning for drivers using the M61 motorway.
A four-mile fool-proof circular walk alongside the river that gave Lancashire its name.
An appreciation of Illyria Theatre's production of Peter Pan at Lytham Hall, Lancashire in August 2022.
A four mile walk to see the source of Lancashire's longest river.
Last September, just before the Harris Museum in Preston closed for three years for renovations, I slipped in for a private rendezvous with a woman with whom I have secretly communed for many years. She never looks a day older. She says nothing, but imparts a great deal. I can't see her any more, and … Continue reading Psyche Gate
Pregnancy is perpetual. There are countless births every millisecond. The Earth is always with child. Our ground is antenatal again. The unspoken garden draws breath to speak some more. Imbolc Imbolc was an important celebration in ancient times. It was originally a pagan festival in honour of the goddess Brigid. She is associated with fertility, … Continue reading Imbolc
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