The Old Man’s Mouth

Sat, 11 Jul 2026 00:00:00 +0000

This edition will be a one-off and take a different lean to what I hope to talk about in future editions of the Monthly.

I. The Old Man’s Mouth

My grandmother loved to walk. Not the performative walking of people who have recently discovered wellness, but rather the quiet, purposeful movement of someone who simply needed to be outside. She lived in and around Scarborough her whole life, in the Wolds and in the wild as did her family before (and partly after). The sea was part of how she thought. She would walk along the front in all weathers, watching the North Sea do what the North Sea does: grey and particular and uncompromising.

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The Old Man’s Mouth

I. The Old Man’s Mouth