To be on the verge of something good, to be on the very cusp of it is like standing on the edge of a diving board that hangs out over a pool of the...

Those Memories Made on Teardrop Lake – (68) Molly’s Breakfast Suprise

Molly Webb was 5ft 6 with shoulder length blond hair and was a popular nurse at the Winston Churchill Hospital in Abbottsford in the 1990 and the general consensus among doctors and nurses alike was that she was drop dead gorgeous, they also knew all too well that she was aware of the fact and used it to her advantage.


At the end of the school year Sonia along with the entire eighth grade class of 1981 would graduate and go off to high school. For Sonia high school...

LLR 2 (continued)

Being half Black and half Rican made Elliot a total horn dog who couldn't be bothered with me after that, not when there was pussy to be had. As for...

Downshire Diary – (69) Making Plans with the Muse (Part 02)

Since the day of the proposal they hadn’t really had a chance to talk much about the engagement and setting a date for the wedding, Owen had publishing deadlines and Juliana was busy with assignments that needed to be in by Christmas, so the opportunity hadn’t arisen.

Downshire Diary – (69) Making Plans with the Muse (Part 01)

Downshire is a relatively small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry, Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north but our story begins in the East, or more precisely, 20 miles inland from Sharpington-By-Sea, equidistant between Finchbottom and Pepperstock Green, in the sprawling village of Denmead.

my bad

Two and a half years later, and I still wondered how our definition of “forever” meant we’d one day wake up, with nothing but a silhouette and a few...

Tales from the Finchbottom Vale – (69) Sisterly Love

The village of Kettlewell sat in the rolling Pepperstock Hills that formed the northwest border of The Finchbottom Vale and it was half a mile from the hamlet of Kettlewell-on-the-Hill, the two of which made up the parish of St Augustine’s Church.

You're A Good Woman

You're the beat of my heart

A Song of a Poem

A Song of a Poem On a long winters night in a dark lonely flight it’s you oh it’s you You were by my side but now I’m alive Babe, it's you And me on...