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A photograph of a green wooden hut beside a river. But the river is none other than the River Danube (known locally as the Dunav / Дунав) taken on my phone a few days ago from near the town of Svishtov in Bulgaria, approximately 80 kms from where I live. I love watching rivers flow by but the might of the Danube (the second longest in Europe, after the Don) is extraordinary. Its beauty and the folklore and mythology that accompany it compelled me to write this poem.

A short walk from the ruined castle half-way up the hill (– the rain had stopped!) up the lane to Hanway common on the Aymestry ridge ; (cows lean...

When I got back to Frankfurt after the Christmas holidays, I sat down at my desk – only the second piece of flat-pack furniture I’d ever assembled,...

My cousin visited me last year and he is a loafer. He took my only bedroom and I slept on the sofa. He said he'd look for a job if his car didn't...

Nothing much happens, except The Author gets drunk and nearly into a fight... Image made by me...

Eric was new to the parish, but had found everyone friendly so far, and was regularly being dragged to some event or other by one of his new...

The Planet Earth had just narrowly escaped certain destruction for the 121st time. This time, near-devastation was at the hands of a supervillain...

There must be a song to take the sadness from your face- so reach out for someone to come and take it away. Perhaps your friends no longer place a...

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