Autobiography

Cherry

The Singer

I once lived in a small town. I was shocked to find that, after 16 years, I wasn’t fully accepted. I left and vowed never to return.

Effort & View

Black Mountain Ridge sweeps down to quiet Olchon valley – dead end, springing to life! ‘Our path’s up there.’ “Oh! maybe we’ll have lunch half way up...
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AS* eye-contact progress

[age about 5 ]: I cannot catch his glance, his eye – I wonder why? … and the day the day-old father met his daughter‘s gaze in a hand-held head.
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Remoteness Day and Night

High above Rhossili beach* – dramatic, wide expanse of sand … far from the nearest city glow … the dazzle of the jewelled night.

Chough-chuffed

Eight choughs standing on the fence in a row – red in beak and red in toe, zoom the camera those three to better see – they’ve turned this way – to...

Spring Yellows

Even when the day is dark primroses clump on the bank, softly smile, and deep in the wood by the muddy stream marsh marigolds glow a deep butter...

The Old Photo

A blast from the past.
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A Very Risky Venture with a Best Friend

A few years ago my wife bought me a taster course at the British Racing School based at Newmarket. I still believe that this was a highly veiled...
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The /fɑːl/

I’d heard of a swimmer, from you I think, who’d attempted to cross the Vaal. As a boy it had scared me; the river had a menace no number of...