Dead or dying I’d have described my muse over the last year or so but my Writing Group triggered a remarkable recovery with a challenge to write a short story on the subject of photography. […]
I’ve uploaded Castle Dangerous to the short story pages, it has another name in Bees in my Bonnet but I had to turn to it for an exercise for the local writers’ group who set […]
I watched a programme about the mental benefits of gardens and the countryside and felt I should share a note from Jefferies, The Amateur Poacher and stick a country story about a poacher, Fishing for […]
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.