Sally Edmondson

Very recently, Sally Edmondson came out as herself after she started writing about her life to date and how she’s survived it, having all fiction to her alter ego, Tessa Barrie.

The Indiana Jones in Me – Jersey’s Archaeological Treasures

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My fascination for archaeology kicked in when I was five, after I found a fossilised gastropod in our Gloucestershire garden. Had I not mucked around during my school years, I can only dream about what my life might have been like as a female  Indiana Jones.

Fast forward to 1981, when I moved to Jersey in the Channel Islands, UK, and  found myself surrounded by archaeological treasures.  From dolmens to menhirs, and La Cotte de St Brelade, which is now viewed as one of the most important Ice Age sites in Europe.

Back Off! You're So Not Funny!

Back Off! You’re So Not Funny

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Following the joyful inauguration of the 46th U.S. President, Joe Biden, hundreds and thousands of overlayed images of Bernie Sanders started appearing everywhere, ridiculing the mittens he was wearing at the ceremony.  It touched a nerve with me. For goodness sake, he is seventy-nine, it was 4C and blowing a howling bloody gale, but I’m guessing his hands were warmer than anybody else’s.  So, to whoever started circulating these memes, back off!  You’re not so funny!

WRITING AS A COPING MECHANISM

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I imagine walking down the usually buzzing main shopping street, with the theme from The Good, The Bad and the Ugly ringing in my ears. The only other sound is my boots connecting with the pavement as I walk. It is only me and tumbleweed. It’s a sad fact, and I don’t mean to be flippant, although the reference to tumbleweed is artistic licence. I never thought I would live through a global pandemic. Let’s hope I do; it’s not over yet. The threat of succumbing to COVID-19 is constant, especially now three different variants of the virus have been identified, but I am reliably informed that viruses always mutate. I wish this one wouldn’t!

ALTERNATIVE THERAPY: Writing to Heal – Article for Jersey Life

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I was delighted to be a contributor for Jersey Life‘s December 2020/January 2021 edition. My brief was to write an article on the benefits of writing for mental health and general well-being, especially in light of COVID-19 and the effects of Lockdown, and I came up with Writing to Heal. It is a very personal account of …

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Life Writing. It’s Not All About Me!

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The thought of writing a memoir had never crossed my mind. I’ve listened intently as members of my writers’ group read from their life writings.  One member decided to defy convention and sail around the world with her children.  Another lived in India for years to learn the practice of Ayurveda, a form of traditional Indian medicine. Both amazing life experiences. But, consciously thinking about writing about my life experiences might not have occurred to me but, the fact was, I’d been doing it for years.

The Ark in My Heart

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I first became aware of Gerald Durrell when someone gave me a copy of one of his books. After reading that book, My Family and Other Animals, I learned that Gerald Durrell had started a ‘zoo’ in Jersey, Channel Islands. As I would find out later, through my own first-hand experience, it was – and still is –  so much more than a ‘zoo’.

PULLING THE PLUG ON PHANTOM OF THE OPERA? FOR PHANTOM’S SAKE! OVER MY DEAD BODY!

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During a bout of insomnia in the early hours of yesterday morning, I drowsily stumbled upon an article written by Sky News journalist, Chris Robertson. The Phantom of the Opera is to close, permanently, in the West End. They’re pulling the plug on Phantom? I was immediately wide awake.  Over my dead body! We have to save our great British theatre! Covid-19 has done enough damage already; it cannot be allowed to destroy our cultural heritage. For phantom’s sake, whatever happens, our world-class theatre cannot be allowed to pale into insignificance.

Tales from the African Bush

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Whilst on safari, I lost weight fairly quickly and it wasn’t just to do with the heat. After enjoying a sundowner watching impala gambol happily in the bush, we would return to camp to find them on the dinner menu, which was just too hard to swallow. The only time I have ever been offered a gin and tonic for breakfast at 5.00a.m. was on safari and it was the only time I have ever refused one, sensibly realising I was getting enough quinine in my anti-malarial tablets.

Roots

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I was born at my parent’s home in Fulwith Mill Lane, Harrogate.  A stone’s throw away from the viaduct on the south side of town.  I remember little about the house, as my parents decided to uproot my tender sapling self, aged three and replant me down south.  

Despite my roots being pulled out from underneath me at such an early age, the draw of the place of my birth remains strong. It will forever be etched upon my heart.

Sabbatical: Taking Three Months Out

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In May 2000, I took three months out and went on a much overdue sabbatical. We were travelling light, although my Yamaha keyboard found its way into the boot. I still believed in my abilities as a songwriter in those days. On the back seat of the Mazda, was the ultimate in carefree holiday accessories, P’s fourteen-month-old daughter, G, whose favourite toys were the talking Teletubbies, La La and Dipsy.

My Life to Date and How I Survived It: Hangover from Hell

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It was hot and steamy on the makeshift dance floor as I swilled what I thought was a lot of bitter lemon with a little gin, but the bitter lemon disguised a lethal cocktail of various spirits. With my sound system set to max volume, Tina Turner’s Nutbush City Limits began to sound hollow and distant as my surroundings blurred and my speech slurred. I managed to make it upstairs to the bathroom where, kneeling in front of the lavatory, I projectile vomited the fermenting brew inside my stomach.

MY LIFE TO DATE AND HOW I’VE SURVIVED IT: Boarding School Rebellion

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By the time I was twelve, I had been at boarding school for a year and had become a bit of a comedienne.  I was the classroom joker, not the brightest thing to be, but I was fuelled by an inner rebellion, which I seemed unable to subdue.  So, I took my anger out on the system.

On the 50th Anniversary of the first flight of 002 – Sally Edmondson shares a personal memory

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CONCORDE – A SLEEK MODERN MIRACLE OF MODERN TECHNOLOGY As a Concorde enthusiast, I am luckier than most; I flew on her twice, and my late stepfather was Chief Test Pilot, Brian Trubshaw. It grieves me to say I have no memory of 9th April 1969 – the day Brian and his crew roared along the runway …

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Will there ever be another Concorde?

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I love flying, but my knowledge of aircraft is on a par with my knowledge of motor vehicles … zilch.  I view them as a way to get from A to B.  Yet, some time ago, I actually  fell in love with an aircraft – Concorde.  OK it is fair to say that a member of my family …

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Caring for your elderly parents at home – there is no right or wrong

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Updated 23rd March 2017 – For Maybeth, Maureen and Mary with love For those of you who haven’t read the Stroke Diaries, my mother had a stroke 5 years ago.  She spent around 3 months in hospital.  I was there for her every step of the way,  but it was when she came home that …

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