Autobiography

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It Usually Rains at Funerals

I’d planned to cut it short; just pay my respects, that sort of thing.

Holiday in America - part 1

A few months ago, I wrote an introduction to the big trip to America which I was about to take, and it is only fair to say that I was dreading. This...

An Ode to Tortsie

AN ODE TO TORTSIE Finally we got you, the much longed for pet. “Can we have a dog, Mum?” “Oh, no, not yet. But maybe a tortoise might just be allowed...

How to become a published writer (2 of 2)

In apparent justification of his predicament, and in effort at alignment to another’s who he admired and considered worthy of aligning himself with,...

How to become a published writer (1 of 2)

“A man of low intelligence believes, against all evidence, that he is an exception, and that the world owes him happiness.” Unsourced He knew they...

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Meetings

"Think of this. A sword is like a bird. If you clutch it too tightly, you choke it - too lightly and it flies away." from Scaramouche (1952) It's...

Creature Comforts

Within the lick of passing glow, leaping with determination; chasing moths vision ablaze, as wings flutter without purpose. A mischievous nature led...
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Grasmoor End

I passed my fells Causey Pike Outerside and Barrow Sand Hill Eel Crag (or Crag Hill, if that’s your bag) and Grasmoor Sweeping down through Coledale...
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Mid-Wales – (in August)

Humpy hills, all ups and downs, with glowing purple heather crowns, paths of turf between fern patches, bilberries, lichen, moss and rushes. Skylarks...