Cherrypicked stories

Some days it’s all a blur; people are a blur, the weather blurs sun and cloud, windless air and blurred voices carried on the breeze, the blurred...

I didn’t kill the scarlet beetles Who fed and fornicated upon The pregnant buds of beauty My martagon lilies, frilly nods Which shalt not come if I...

Memories I was seventeen when I first met Bert I can’t say that there was any real attraction between us at first, in fact for the first year it was...

The Pad has an idea for a new business venture: Borrow A Gosling. Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons

Not all young loves end this way, but I've seen a few examples.

There was some sense of malice, as if the mirror knew what he had done, laying bare his betrayal. Like Dorian Grays portrait enumerating his sins.

(north Pembrokeshire 7/5/19) Beautiful lush green peaceful Gwaun Valley: walk up through woods of birdsong on to the heathland – bilberry, gorse, heather beginning to green … scramble up the path through the highest pile of rocks to the ‘crow’s nest’ with 360° views … :careful!

During my stay in Milan, I visited the cinema three times. Once with my Italian friend Anna, when I had my first viewing of ‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang...

Monday morning dawned at the YWCA in Milan, and, in spite of the enjoyable evening spent with (teetotal) Anna the previous day, I woke up bright and...