Sing it; you know the tune! It's beginning to look a lot like springtime Everywhere you go Take a look at the flowerbeds, snowdrops...

Half-light, half bright Not quite morning, neither night The breeze is still, the birds are quiet A nothing day, an empty riot The oak...

In days gone by we'd be sledging down hills, and attend midnight carols to sing our goodwill. The tree was adorned with an angel and...

We all exist on borrowed time No length determined - yours or mine The heavy cost of a sentient mind Is to know that death, our souls...

It was Saturday night, 8.30pm and they were in A&E. Triple whammy - a situation nobody wants to find themselves in - ever! It was going...

On the edge of the town, in the woods by the stream, sat the Wisp o' the Wold on a golden sunbeam. She was watching the damsonflies dance...

"There she goes again." They didn't know then that she was a 'she', but something about her waddling walk reminded them of a busy woman...

If I were a little girl again, I'd go to the Billy Goats bridge. I'd peep underneath at the ugly old troll, then tiptoe across like a...

I awake. I'm warm, comfortable, snug, the cat nestled in the crook of my left leg. Dreams, already memories, are drifting in and out of...

Early September is sent to confuse us Her split personality will often bemuse us Neither autumn nor summer, our mind's in a fix Not one...

September rain. A storm; stair-rods hurtling downwards like glass spears. Piercing the canopy at will, all life darting for cover....

The treacle-eating Boggart is extremely seldom spied He shies away from normal folk - their smell he can't abide. Their lying tongues can...

Dedicated to Tilly who shows me a childs-eye-view every time we go for a walk x At the pace of a child the world slows down There's no...

With only a 24 hour stopover on our way home, any agenda was going to be tight. Lisbon is a huge city and you could easily spend several...

We have seen glimpses of São Jorge from a distance for the last few days, first from Faial and then from Pico. The three islands make up...

Pico's mountain mist Shrouded in mystery aloft Glimpse of time gone by Ocean surrounding Pumice beaches, a perfect shore Lapping eagerly...

After the most amazing flight over Pico Island, we arrived on Faial. We planned to catch one of the 'regular' buses into Horta, but soon...