Introducing Ian Clark otherwise known as Twilight Lawns.

  I met   Ian on Hub pages early on but I have a confession to make and he will just now be finding out about this. I was new to Hub pages and I  forget who stumbled on whom but we did connect. I was impressed that this gentleman continued writing on hubs while living in a rest home in England. I  conceived I had been reading about a real man who lived in a rest home called Twilight Lawns!!! I had no idea that this was a place Ian had created with characters and personalities. After a couple reads I realized OH!!!!… It is  truly amazing and the characters appear very real. Ian has touched my life from the beginning. He would always write the most warm commentaries and  he was not frightened to tell me when I botched the hub up… We assumed an adventure together called,”The Magical  Victrola.” It was the most rewarding experience for me. It is now published on Kindle. Ian kept telling me to write and encouraged me many times. I was very  anxious in publishing anything in the beginning. He awarded me my initial  wings and for that I will be ever grateful.

“In  my hubs, you may find occasional references to Twilight Lawns picture. This  is a  Retirement Home for Gentlefolk, situated in the lovely county of Surrey. It  is run by a certain Mrs. Plantagenet-Featheringstonehaugh, a lady of  exceptional breeding and with a family tree that puts the Windsor to shame The Residents of Twilight Lawns are well-connected, hyphenated and on the  whole, from ‘Old Money’ but there are several who may be impecunious, but  know all the right people, and are no doubt connected to the best families. Please visit the link below to have a look at Twilight Lawns and the residents that live there.”

Ian’s Link to Twilight Lawns

Who Is  Ian Clark aka Twilight Lawns?

Ian was born in India, because his Father was English and his
mother Welsh, born of British parentage, he is Anglo-Indian.

“To lend some confusion, that part of India became Pakistan  on Partition in 1947, so I am officially Anglo-Indian or Anglo Pakistani. When the Quit India people decided to throw  the British out of the Sub Continent, they threw this baby out with the bath  water. I was left with little; no homeland; no Krishna, the bearer who was the  person I loved most in the world… No feelings of belonging; just a mouthful  of different languages that I had learned in the first eight years of my life.  So my parents and I landed in Perth, West Australia where I spent the rest of  my growing up, until coming back to the UK when I was twenty-five. I spoke  Bauchi which my Baluch Ayah had taught me before my parents took me away from  her because they worried that I wouldn’t speak English. I spoke Welsh from
having lived in my Welsh Mamgu’s (Grandmother’s) house in Welsh-speaking Crynant,
Glamorganshire, and South Wales. My mother only speaking Welsh till she was  about fifteen. I spoke Urdu and Hindi (Basically the same really) because I  lived in India and most of us did, anyway. I spoke Marathi because Krishna was   speaking and we lived in Dehu Road Cantonment which is near Poona (now  Pune) in Maharashtra Province. Oh Yes. And one other: English. They were the  only jewels that I could wear, and my shame is that now I only speak English.  But I love words, and hope, by using them, I may entertain you.”

Ian was teacher for the Department of Education of West Australia
and London for 29 years… Ian describes himself as a “Retired Old
 Fart.” He now lives in Norbury-sur-Mer, a quiet little seaside village in
 Surrey. I can attest to the “Old Fart” but I still love him. He has many loves such as writing, music, and art but his greatest love has been his beautiful Norbury Mudhounds.
I would like to share one of my favorite stories that Ian wrote.

                         Pebbles a Latter  Day Tale                                By Twilight   LawnsOnce  upon a time there was a young man…a boy…You decide whether he was a boy or a  man, as this little story unfolds.The boy  lived, as most do in fairy stories, on the edge of a great forest. In the forest he would go walking every day. On the path through the forest there  were many pebbles. The boy would pick up one here… one there… look at them,  and perhaps admire them for a short time…even put one or two in his pockets;  but always, at the end of his walk he would either throw them away, or lose  them. Most of the pebbles were nice to look at and to hold… but only for a  short time.One  day, the boy… or man… saw a pebble as usual. He picked it up and thought it  looked nice, and so he put it in his pocket. And there it stayed, and  although he looked at it often, for some reason he really didn’t see it properly. You see, this was no ordinary pebble… it was a precious stone, but  the boy, for some reason couldn’t see that… Perhaps he was a little blind.And so  he kept it in his pocket but eventually neglected it so much that the special  pebble decided one day that it would leave… so it crept out of his pocket and  ran away… or rolled away… to a distant land where nothing ever happened. It  was the great Land of Boredom… (Sometimes known as Carshalton)But  although it was a special pebble, a precious stone, even she (Did I say, SHE?) couldn’t stand living in the Land  of Boredom. So she returned to the place where the boy lived. And would you  believe it?

One day she just happened to be lying on the path as the boy was  walking by.He saw  it. But did he stop to pick her up again? No!Did the  pebble care? No! (Oh well, just a little bit).So  every day the young man walked by and looked at the pebble, and eventually he  did pick it up and turned it over in his hand… and  then, after many days, as he looked as it closely, he began to realize how lovely it was.And  this time, he didn’t throw it away…. Because he knew it had Great Worth.But  neither did he put it in his pocket, and forget it was there, as he had before.This  time,realising how he had overlooked and almost lost this precious stone once before, he put it… her… deep in his
heart, where he knew it… she… would be safe
for the rest of his life.

For the rest of their lives. Insha’Allah

The Romantic Side of Ian

    I burn to pour a thousand drops of nectar in your  ear

I burn to pour a thousand drops of nectar in your ear;

To wrap you in a filament of words, and doing this

Make your senses reel until you need must

Stay your soaring mind, your body thus,

Against a common prop;

Lean your trembling right hand against a wooden chair

A mundane artefact, lest your soul expires

In blissful transports of literary delights.

Your left hand pressed against your heaving breast,

Scarce daring to allow these words of mine

Should so transport you to another plane.


                                                   Ian’s Favorite Quote

She was a good cook, as cooks go; but as cooks go, she went (Saki)  The religious system that produced green Chartreuse can never really die.” …  (Saki)
I may be shallow, but my shallowness is only skin deep (Me)
If you’re standing waist deep in a haystack, it’s easy to clutch at straws. (Me, Innit)


Ian, thank you for letting me share you story. Thank you for touching my life. I leave you with this one last thought.



                    At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.    


Should  you like to read more of Twilight Lawns please visit his website.


11 thoughts on “Introducing Ian Clark otherwise known as Twilight Lawns.

    • Mike, I am flattered. You of the epigram… (and I don’t mean that hyperbolic individual who would wax eloquent when the proverbial chicken crosses the road).
      Thank you for that witty and gratefully accepted comment.

  1. Sunnie, thanks for introducing Ian Clark / Twilight Lawns. It is always nice to know a little bit more about our friends in Cyberspace. I’m looking forward to read more of him in HubPages. Perhaps my computer is out of order – Ian’s website seems to be stuck in the Net. The pages don’t want to open – it actually stalled my computer. What could be the reason for this?

    • Humm..that is strange I am not sure…We emailed last night and I noticed one of his emails was really weird..lettering..could be something on his end..Thank you for reading..I will see if I can get him up too..
      Thanks Martie

    • Martie, thank you so much for your very kind comment.
      I am so sorry that my website buggered up your computer, if only temporarily. I haven’t had any trouble opening it, and neither do my two followers there.
      Please try again, I would love you to enjoy a little wander around the genteel grounds that constitute Twilight Lawns plc.

  2. I can honestly say that I would never grow weary of reading Ian’s writings. And that photo is a treasure. Even then you must have been telling a tale! What a creative gift you have. Thank you so much Sunnie for profiling this incredible talent.

    • Brenda, I am flattered and grateful and all those other things that occur when someone says something nice about me. Thank you so much. Please visit as often as you feel moved to do so, and I promise to do my best to keep you entertained.
      I only found these comments last night, and my Goodness, it sent me to bed feeling so happy.

  3. Hello Sunnie,

    What a fitting tribute to Mr Ian Dorking Clark. Whilst having a browse on the hub pages for Ian’s latest writings I stumbled upon your introduction to Ian aka Twilight.

    I am now 51 and was one of Ian’s pupils in the late 60s at Charles Dickens Primary School, situated by a little cobbled road called Lant Street in Southwark, SE1. Not just me, but so many of Ian’s pupils gained so much respect for this man and the way he spent much of his private time taking small groups of us out to different places of interest in his little old orangey yellow mini car. How he ever got us all in there I will never know, but it was after all, before the days of having to wear seat belts! Ian was so strict, demanded the best and indeed got the best from us all. Yet, he was so fair and empathic too. My beloved primary school teacher left a very strong mark on my personality and the way, as an adult, I have emerged.

    Still in contact with him via facebook, as are so many other pupils. I have much love and regard for this man after all these years.

    ps Twilight Lawns should become a TV show, it would be so funny!

    Regards, Jan Holt

    • Dear Jan,
      I was so happy to read your comment and know that you were a student of Ian’s Thank you so much for such a wonderful commment. Ian is such a wonderful friend and I am so happy to have met him. I think it is wonderful that you still have contact and that Ian left such a wonderful mark on your life..Thank you again for taking the time to stop by. i agree about Twilight Lawns…Would be a hit!
      Kind Regards,

    • Jan, I am flattered and not a little emotional after reading your lovely comment.
      Thank you, so much, my dear friend. Those were great days in many ways, and I wonder how children going through the educational system now, will be able to look back and say, “School days. The best days of our lives.” Not as many as in those nicer days, eh?
      I did my best, and I am sure that I learned as much on a daily basis from being with children at Charles Dickens, as they did from me.
      What an amazing spectrum of likes and dislikes, differing ethnicities, perceptions, intelligences and talents. But none, and I really mean this, ever impressed me so much as you when you opened your mouth to sing. A lovely girl, mature, sensible and intelligent, with the voice of an angel.
      I am so glad to see that your care project is set out here.
      Lots of love, my dear friend,

  4. To all you wonderful, and particularly kind people. I was just about to go to bed, and did a Google search for Norbury Mudhounds, and this is what I found.
    Thank you, every wonderful one of you.
    I don’t know what to say, but you have certainly all made my day…
    I think I’m blushing!
    Lots of love,

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