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Cycling has long been a passion. Nothing compares to the freedom you feel when out on a ride. The perfect antidote to life's stresses and...
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Tony Frobisher
Jun 18, 20171 min read
Summer's Tears
Summer has arrived with a heatwave in the UK. On Father's Day towns and parks, river sides and lakes, hill tops, forests and beaches...
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Tony Frobisher
Jun 16, 20171 min read
Happiness
In spring, in April a year ago we had a picnic together. Milla loved the beautiful gardens at Spetchley Gardens near Worcester. We...
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Tony Frobisher
Jun 16, 20171 min read
Sadness Within
For what lies under the surface may be far removed from what you can see... Sadness Within Are you in your happy place? Smile...
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Tony Frobisher
Jun 5, 20171 min read
Sei Das Licht / Be The Light
A poem in German and English....I was born in Germany when my father was stationed there with the British army. I grew up with an...
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Tony Frobisher
Jun 3, 20171 min read
Winds of Memory
All is still save for gentle breeze blowing memories Here but fleetingly, then gone again, cast adrift in the wind From verdant slope and...
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Tony Frobisher
May 31, 20171 min read
A Day Dawns
Life is uncertain. Opportunities come and go. Take them when you can. Written a week after Milla passed away. A Day Dawns A day dawns...
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Tony Frobisher
May 31, 20171 min read
Veterans
In January 2017, aged 96, my Grandad, Ernest Frobisher, received France's highest honour - le Legion d'Honeur - for his part in the...
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Tony Frobisher
May 31, 20171 min read
Still. Unchanged
A year ago I walked with my wife and our twin daughters, Louisa and Milla, down by the River Severn in Worcester. A year on and the...
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Tony Frobisher
May 20, 20171 min read
Life...Focus
Life Focus The haze of Tired stressful days Life blurred at the edges Muddied clouded distorted Disorientated confused Goals...
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Tony Frobisher
May 20, 20171 min read
To My Older Self
To My Older Self (A 17 Year Old's Observations of the Future) I look at you, face lined by years of life I look at you, hair receded by...
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