Photo is my own. Does anyone remember the journey down to Cornwall from Bristol on an August bank holiday from about 1965? Because I do. This is just...
image by pixabay free to use. In the Summertime me and my brother Jake can think of nothing better than to fly up – up and away in our red and green...
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It was a pleasure to read
Posted on Sun, 23 Apr 2023
It was a pleasure to read your story. Although a bit of a disappointment, the trunk sounded like a treasure on its own without the contents...at least to the family it belonged to.
It's very sad when we loose a special friend. I've lost many in my life and it leaves such an empty feeling, but I suppose that's what old age does to us all in the end.
This is such an astonishingly alarming read. Profoundly disturbing to imagine a child going through so much. Yet you write with such clarity, it feels so real, especially those diary entries.
Sorry I nearly missed this poem Rhiannon. I can't put into words how much I agree with you about parents on mobile phones. It breaks my heart when I see children crying out for attention, only to have a dummy stuck in their mouth, or a bag of...
I was most interested in your piece writing, and how you evoke the positive ideas in helping young children, to which I'm in full agreement with. Having been a nanny looking after an 18 month old child till she went to school, I believe it's not...
It was a pleasure to read
Posted on Sun, 23 Apr 2023
It was a pleasure to read your story. Although a bit of a disappointment, the trunk sounded like a treasure on its own without the contents...at least to the family it belonged to.
Jenny.
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Another beautifully mastered
Posted on Sat, 22 Apr 2023
Another beautifully mastered poem from you Di.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in stravaganza
Hi Phil,
Posted on Fri, 21 Apr 2023
Hi Phil,
yet another hilarious scenario you've created, that's brilliantly timed on the characters journey.
Still very much enjoying.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in On The Road, Again! (Bring Out Your Dead series - Part 14)
An informative fun piece of
Posted on Fri, 21 Apr 2023
An informative fun piece of reading Rhiannon. You certainly brought the video to life with your poem.
Jenny.
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A deeply moving piece of
Posted on Mon, 17 Apr 2023
A deeply moving piece of writing that melted my heart, because it reminded me of my dad just before he died.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in The secret touch!
It's very sad when we loose a
Posted on Wed, 19 Apr 2023
It's very sad when we loose a special friend. I've lost many in my life and it leaves such an empty feeling, but I suppose that's what old age does to us all in the end.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Friendship
This is such an astonishingly
Posted on Mon, 17 Apr 2023
This is such an astonishingly alarming read. Profoundly disturbing to imagine a child going through so much. Yet you write with such clarity, it feels so real, especially those diary entries.
A powerful read indeed.
Jenny.
Read full commentPosted in Waiting for the Flyers Part 11 Life on the Move
What a great story. I love
Posted on Sun, 16 Apr 2023
What a great story. I love your take on the inspiration point.
Jenny.
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Sorry I nearly missed this
Posted on Thu, 13 Apr 2023
Sorry I nearly missed this poem Rhiannon. I can't put into words how much I agree with you about parents on mobile phones. It breaks my heart when I see children crying out for attention, only to have a dummy stuck in their mouth, or a bag of...
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I was most interested in your
Posted on Sat, 15 Apr 2023
I was most interested in your piece writing, and how you evoke the positive ideas in helping young children, to which I'm in full agreement with. Having been a nanny looking after an 18 month old child till she went to school, I believe it's not...
Read full commentPosted in The Writing Retreat
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