The School Run
Out of bed and into the shower Ablutions done, we've got an hour! Husbands gone - this week on earlies Wake the boy and then the girlies...
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The Sandstone Trail - part 2: A scratch Itched
It was back in June 2022 that we walked the first half of The Sandstone Trail, a walk that turned out to be five miles further than the...
Spring is Here
April's here, the church bells ring Bees are buzzing and the songbirds sing The world is coming into flower Brighter and bolder by the...
Ingleborough
The unseasonable warmth of March has tempted us to get out and about, despite - or maybe because of - the run of bad health that Tony has...
Mini Saga
As the crack of light widened, my heart raced. At last, the possibility of one last performance. I had lain here since 1974, fifty years...
Marching on through adversity
It's been a year of two halves! Work and pleasure, hope and desperation, health and then sickness. Our marriage vows have certainly been...
It's beginning to look a lot like springtime...
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...
When life gives you lemons...
I like that the wind can hurl me its bluster but not knock me down I like that the clouds can throw me their tears but not make me cry I...
The Shroud
The ethereal cloak of a misty morn It's cutting chill like daggers drawn The day to come, beyond the dawn, is hidden 'neath the gloom The...
A Prayer
I have lain for hours. Not asleep; a knotted ball of misery sits heavy in my heart. I wish I could dream, light and free. Released from...
The Nothing Day
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...
A Christmas Rambling: a poem
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...
Borrowed time: a poem
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...
Saturday Night Fever: a short story
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...
Wisp 'o the Wold: a poem
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...
Purpose: a short story
"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: a poem
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...
Breathe: a poem
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...
Betwixt: a poem
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 poem
September rain. A storm; stair-rods hurtling downwards like glass spears. Piercing the canopy at will, all life darting for cover....
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