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Ain’t done living but that pain in my hip reminds me age is catching up and mountain climbing no longer on my bucket list. Today’s special ‘cause I...


Anyway, I now understand why Germany are fighting the British bexit so harshly, the squirrel in question was an indigenous red squirrel, in Britain...

Downshire Diary – (46) A Bridge too Far (Part 03)

Recent events in the wider world had provided Kevin with a wealth of material for his blog and he had managed to produce around two months’ worth of content for his blog. Which was one of the reasons he thought it was time to end his self-imposed exile, the other one being Emma’s return from Greece the day before. He stepped out into the sunlight to find the postman, Frank Worthing, walking up the path. “Morning Mr. Riddett” He said “So you’re not dead then”

Downshire Diary – (46) A Bridge too Far (Part 02)

It was time for the Trotwood Manor garden party again and all the usual faces were there with the conspicuous exception of Derek, so not for the first time Kevin was Emma’s escort and they mingled and circulated and thoroughly enjoyed each other’s company.

Downshire Diary – (46) A Bridge too Far (Part 01)

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the North and it’s in leafy Great Trotwood where our story begins.

Morning Recognition

Separate the lies Can't close it once it's wide Didn't know what you were getting A way of life Pull up the slack Yesterday happened Eros ascended...


Knock-knock, three times a knock. Pulling on socks; straining to look at the clock. It's stopped! Fumbling at my pocket, I locate my 'phone and check...


“Welcome to our company, and welcome to our family! In your orientation leaflet, we stress that although we’re publicly owned, we are a family...

Ithuriel by Sandarach Encraty

A steel fingered spider swept along the narrow walk, Cranking, breaking, a choir sound in grim tasting dust, Making a venonmous host, feeding a line...

There By My Side

There By My Side By Paul McCann Sadness fell down and I nearly drowned there in my tears Till I found someone like you to lift me up and hold me...