The Price of Life.

How times change; yesterday I said to Kate: if I give you a pound will you get me a newspaper when you go out, anyway, to cut a long story short, I went myself to the newsagent (Kate says the walk is good for me).

The Guardian was £3.20! Wow, when did that change, no wonder their readership is falling. The Yorkshire Post wasn't much better at £2.50 but at least its supplement magazine had a piece about my home town of Holmfirth.

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I wanted the newspapers because I had it in mind to flash out the reporter piece on the loutharts.online website. I thought that reading how other reporters went about their writing might inspire me.

You might tell me if it works, or better still you might become a reporter. I so hope others are encouraged to give it a try. Although I have to say the process for me, of putting the piece together, was quite wonderful.

Especially re-reading Clare Balding's excellent piece of writing: Feast of action is helping lift the gloom and raise the spirits in the Waitrose Weekend 18th February 2021. 

Here, nothing to do with Clare is one of my poems:

Weekend

First, as a flecked marble, or as

A silver ball on a pinball machine

The sort of freedom gained

By flying like a rocket

From flipper or finger

The sort of freedom

That comes from packing

An overnight bag with white cotton

First as a shirt for dancing, or as

A blouse for the undoing