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Time and Place It isn’t like I wait for you, and wonder where you’ve gone. It isn’t like the night will come, just before the dawn. I see the way it...

Something To Prove by Paul McCann You’ve got something to prove , like the way that you move, Without your dancing shoes , bouncing to the beat of a...

The Finchbottom Vale nestles comfortably between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest to the south and the rolling Pepperstock Hills in the north, and to the east, 15 miles inland from Sharpington-By-Sea, equidistant between the seaside resort and Pepperstock Green was the rambling village of Brookley and at its heart was St Mildred’s Church and Susan Peach, amongst other things published the Parish Magazine, but she was also a Chorister like her cousin Roy.

There was an elegant girl playing a harp

Washinton Post Columnist Margaret Sullivan’s piece, on the imminent departure of White House press rep. Sarah Sanders, caused me to remember many...

They cleared the forests to grow more food … Arboreal ‘islands’ remain … believing they are stewards of God’s creation … maybe soon ‘islands’ will expand to link up once more

Eudaimonia Eudaimonia! The sunflower joins in the mania For life has a short span If you are one! Orange petals Like sun shone Undulating with a...

Greg was sitting at the kitchen table when Ellie returned and she looked at him to make sure she had his attention as she stood in the doorway where only he could see her then she turned around and wiggled her bum at him provocatively, Greg stared open mouthed and then when she had finished she walked into the kitchen and gave him a filthy leer just as Amanda walked in “Oh for God’s sake are you two still winding each other up” she barked and went back outside.

Golf is like marriage, firstly