Gold cherry

I Have Planted a Seed

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The Puzzles’ Enigma

Walking along Hergest ridge, comfortable, spongy turf, burbling melodies pour down from skylarks unseen, high in the blue; enjoying the freedom of a...


Bees sing the history of those they have seen over walls, in bathrooms, and behind trees. A bee exists for each and every one of us. When the bees...

Snippets of Downshire Life – Eastertide – Easter Monday

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.

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (58) Room Service (Part 02)

After Anna had successfully lured James to the clearing in the Dancingdean Forest and they shared an extended period of kissing Anna suddenly broke away when her phone alarm went off and she said “Sorry I have to dash” “What? Now?”

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (58) Room Service (Part 01)

James Ruddock was a 25-year-old singleton and was what they used to call a twitcher, although nowadays they prefer to be called birders and he was staying at the Shallowfield Lodge Hotel at the head of Teardrop Lake.

Golden Blast at the Roadside

Sudden spillage on the verges, orchard, lawns – molten gold explosions, splashes, brilliant swarms: dandelions’ moment, reflecting sudden sunshine...

Setting Sun

This golden glow Shines silently... Night will soon Spread through Shedding light From darkness, Capture such Essence as Beams Roll out Glowing...

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (56) Maiden in Distress Again (Part 01)

It was in the early nineties when Eleanor Gallaher knocked on the door of number 35 Finchbottom Road. It was the Shallowfield home of Gregory and Amanda George, and had been for 15 years, ever since they were married.

This Life

Turning grey is part of the bargain – no favourites upon this land of life – where chicks a dee dee count each day with delight as I sit and watch...