Sometimes

Sometimes

Sometimes you have to write something and at that exact moment, the only reason you write it is for yourself. Sometimes it just pushes out of you, like a birth, a force which will not be contained. And then when you see the words scribbled out like that, you see what...
Earthshot

Earthshot

Since first viewing on TV in 2021, I have been captivated by the Earthshot concept and all it contains and pertains to. In 2022 I watched the prizes awarded for the second year. Now I have the book. I am yet to finish it. https://earthshotprize.org/ And of course...
Puddling

Puddling

You may find the term ‘puddling’ somewhat puzzling. And I’d be with you there, as it’s the clunky translation for the French term ‘Flacking’, which itself emerged in 2016 to describe the covert art form of repairing potholes with...
grandpa

grandpa

empty chair everyone skirted beautifully around what was his chair choosing the garden seat instead, brought into the lounge for the mourners a respectful honouring of his cosy corner his much -loved place yet she, child with the innocent eyes flung herself freely...
September song

September song

September, dearest of months, tell me if you know. How come you no longer stretch like you used to? Back along you spread out like jam, offering heady memories of endless bounties amongst the hedgerows. You gave us an eternity to gather them. Nowadays September...