Welcome to justthoughtsnstuff

I started posting to jtns on 20 February 2010 with just one word, 'Mosaic'. This seemed an appropriate introduction to a blog that would juxtapose fragments of memoir and life-writing. Since 1996, I'd been coming to terms with the consequences of emotional and economic abuse that had begun in childhood, and which, amongst other things, had sought to stifle self-expression. While I'd explored some aspects of my life through fiction and, to a lesser extent, journalism, it was only in 2010 that I felt confident enough to write openly about myself. I believed this was an important part of the healing process. Yet within weeks, the final scenes of my family's fifty-year nightmare started to play themselves out and the purpose of the blog became one of survival through writing. Although some posts are about my family's suffering - most explicitly, Life-Writing Talk, with Reference to Trust: A family story - the majority are about happier subjects (including, Bampton in rural west Oxfordshire, where I live, Oxford, where I work, the seasons and the countryside, walking and cycling) and I hope that these, together with their accompanying photos, are enjoyable and positive. Note: In February 2020, on jtns' tenth birthday, I stopped posting to this blog. It is now a contained work of life-writing about ten years of my life. Frank, 21 February 2020.

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Sunday 31 March 2013

frosty morning, shropshire, lince, happy easter!

Two pictures from early morning cycle ride.

Later, drove to Shropshire for a lovely family gathering.

Meanwhile, a friend has asked about the meaning of the word 'lince' as used by Edward Thomas. I don't know but perhaps Margaret Keeping does?

Belated Happy Easter!


  1. Context would help but I think it's this:
    a rising ground; a ridge; a ledge, esp. one on the side of a chalk down; an unploughed strip serving as a boundary between fields.
    Pronounced and often spelt lynch.

  2. Hello, thanks both. That's really helpful. I think I have a lince on my walk!

    Margaret (and Frank) where do you think Edward Thomas stands in relation to James Joyce? Having just read The Icknield Way, some of Thomas's descriptions of the way people speak made me think about Sirens in Ulysses ...