Cherrypicked stories

“For goodness’ sake, how did I ever, ever get to this point?” She bows her head, her hair falls loosely over the soft, slightly oval face. Her...

Just because a journey is over, that doesn't mean that everything is sorted out, as both Samantha and the Detectives find out!

Grey ‘air-ship’ convoy clouds lumber across the sky, trees shake and bend traffic-light pole sways leaves skitter about (and something sharp hit my...

There is a biting wind coming across the salt-water loch. The waves are up and the smell of the brine and seaweed is strong. Snow-capped mountains...

Reading some of the poems, and just walking around our village, reminds me of how much we associate rain as a winter condition; that prompted me to find this old poem, to give an aternative, where rain (as I well remember) is a god-send. (Image courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)

Bikes clatter as they pass beneath pools of lamplight which sporadically fall, warm circles revealing cobbled streets, while shadows cast long. Late...

By the Candlelight of Saints The chill of church pews where St George is a martyr, silence staid by solemnity, ambient flames flicker cobalt; moments...

Forget the hippie trail: follow Lawrence Durrell to Alexandria on a literary trail Taking the bus through the dusty yellow landscape of Egypt from...

It’s winter, and where I am living the ground is either rock solid and jagged, jutting at angles which turn your ankles as you walk. Or the mud has...