Snippets of Downshire Life – UK Coffee Week

The village of Highfinch sits just on the edge of the Pepperstock Hills and the Lily Green Hollows Golf Club separates the village from the Hamlet of Lily Green, and the combination of those two and Kingfisherbridge made up the parish of St Martins.

Mornington-By-Mere – (56) Soldier Wood (Part 02)

David and Sharon had already had a couple of drinks in the Old Mill Inn when he suggested another, but she declined. “I’ll walk you home then” David said “Ok” she replied

Talkin' Brass

Uncomplicated Jarrow doodle.

Re: Opportunity

My inbox is as silent as a Cotswold hayloft

Game of Moans 1: ‘Queue’

“You know nothing, Jon Snow,” said Post Office Counter Clerk Ygritte, as she printed out the postage label and stuck it on the bastard’s package. “I...

Snorri Sturluson*

Götterdämmerung - 79 His breath has rapidly slowed. Two weeks ago I first visited. He has lain here pretty much ever since. Or sat in the chair next...


Reflecting with sincere compassion on those crippled...unable to leave their house, they gaze out of window watching world pass by. Take heart, be...
Gold cherry

Crocuses in Spring

When I reached the grave, I saw the crocuses poking up through the grass. Their oval flowers and sharp, thin leaves were pushing apart the almost...

Tha's Going To Halifax

This is an apocryphal tale narrated in the voice of a small boy. The boy being my late father in law and his recollection of a day trip to the seaside that ultimately went wrong. I have embellished much, but the essence of the recollection remains true, as was the final destination of the ill-fated trip.

A nobody

The rain which had been coming down in a steady light drizzle developed all of a sudden into a downpour. Umbrellas mushroomed over the heads of the bereaved gathered at the graveside.

Oracle Bones

Whisperings from beyond the earth.
Gold cherry
Poem of the week

change of address

houses are envelopes posted through time recipients changing letters put in, taken out. From the War son, brother, father, lost mother upstairs, her...

Policing Downshire in the Noughties – From Millmoor to Yesteryear

Millmoor was once a Military town, well actually it was always an army town, until the defense cuts, but the quarters had been refurbished and sold to eager would be home owners.

Mornington-By-Mere – (56) Soldier Wood (Part 01)

There was a military funeral in the quaint chocolate box English Village of Mornington-By-Mere when the beating heart of the Finchbottom Vale fell silent with sombre respect.

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (55) Sweet Twenty Something

Every morning he saw her on the Finchbottom Express, in the same seat, she was a twenty something, a sweet young thing who smiled at him each day, occasionally a “Hello” or “Hi” was exchanged but nothing more profound that that.


First there is a mountain, then there is no mountain, then there is ( Donovan,1967) Picture: Pixabay Creative Commons


Dagny had everyone out of the pub by eleven. She nearly had to take a broom to one of the big drunks at the bar who declined to move on account of...

Affected by this Issue

They’ve been working on the house two doors down for 6 months now It looks spectacular Young men have been there all day music blaring machines...

London's Burning

The recent fire of the Notre Dame cathedral prompted me to retrieve this 'Cento' poem from my archive (2008)

Why Brexit must not be denied.

Why Brexit must not be denied. Germany has had a plan for world domination since the second world war and before then. Hitler’s Stufenplan or stage...