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Gold heavy galleons, round hulls banded velvet black, yellow, orange, white, sail- wings catching rainbows make their own wind between ports - wide...

We were making good time. We’d made the decision – without really making it - to avoid the main highway, to avoid going through larger towns where...

I'm eating the usual Daim Bar cake, taking note as this incredible day continues to unfold like a bolt of silk. Kissed on the back of my neck by the...

Of a Piece by MarciaMarcia a finished piece of writing is distanced from its author’s heart it’s architect’s mind It's maker’s hand quietly words...

Orange sands. The medical station was a lifetime away and around them now were the orange sands of Quatarr. Before them stood a small but proud house...

New Inventions, New Inventions! Coming out of my hair, Up my nose, And aching in my brain. I long for the good old days, When everything was simple,...

Under the laburnum arch, yellow in May, we were happy. Let's go again, relive the moment, absence filled, renewed. 'Isn't this lovely', you said. I...

Part 2 - The Road North 1. I’d like to say it was an uneventful drive and we got to our destination without incident. Sadly, the truth gets a lot...

I have played and followed sport all my life. I am thrilled by the endeavour, skill and sheer bloody-mindedness it takes to be the best at any sport. I just can't see the point of these Olympics, which are devalued by how they will be conducted. I really think a cancellation would have been better. Thousands of disappointed Olympian athletes, I know, but still... Image from wiki-commons fiddled with by me. Licence: CC BY 2.0