Reading old books often provides not only information about the era, but characters for a story and Richard Jefferies’, The Amateur Poacher, was no exception. There are no poachers anymore, they were only a few […]
I am a writer, So nobodys brighter, I wouldn’t deceive thee, Why won’t you believe me? What’s that you say? I write stories all day And don’t know the truth from a lie. Well, that […]
I was on my way to town this morning, Oxford, not that other place with the parliamentary circus, but was delayed by another road works. It reminded me of a song Billy Cotton used to […]
I learned not to chop down trees because the fairies would take revenge from my Irish grandmother and have treated it as something of a joke all my life but one thing I’ve never treated […]
Experience has taught me that thoughts can be transferred from one person to another by some sort of brain wave activity, especially in times of high emotion. As a production official I have many times […]
Whale spits man out.
Trees really communicate.
Bees in my Bonnet is not about bees, although I have a great sympathy for their current problems with insecticides, but a collection of short stories, some are historical, but instead of hiding them away, […]
Writers are part of the solution.
Until I studied it, I thought the Stuart era, from James 1 and V1 was the Civil War, Charles getting his head chopped off and Bonnie Prince Charlie but there’s a lot more to it […]