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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Saturday 30 May 2015

rose, allotment, ridging spuds, portfolio meeting, first cuckoo, trap grounds

The rose by the terrace is out - seen above at about 6.30 this morning before I went to the allotment to ridge the spuds.

After the allotment, I cycled back the long way round, to Lew then Mount Owen and home.

A trip to Oxford midday for a undergraduate portfolio meeting.

Beautiful summer sunshine today - can't believe it's going to be raining tomorrow. Will it really rain?

Walking into Oxford along the canal on Wednesday, I heard my first cuckoo of the year and, indeed, my first cuckoo in Oxford, I think. I was by the Trap Grounds. Here is a recording.

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