Chapter 4 – Urban Living

Idressed down for my visit to Vernon’s base near the docks. My oldest coat, a battered wide brimmed hat, a moth eaten checked scarf, a long knife in my outside coat pocket. Underneath the coat a jacket with thin, hardened steel, plates sewn inside it, a prudent precaution even in normal times in that part… Continue reading Chapter 4 – Urban Living

Chapter 3 – Country Living

Sunlight poured in through the open curtains. White walls were polished a warm primrose yellow. Bird song was clear in the early morning calm. As I lay there a cold breeze came through the small open window and stroked my face, the contrast to the rest of me snug in the depths of the bed… Continue reading Chapter 3 – Country Living

Composting Love…

OK so this is probably a little weird but I am going to write a paean of praise for my new compost bin. Yes, my compost bin. I don't think I have gone completely crazy so here's why. You know we all have loads of kitchen waste, veg peeling etc that we put in the… Continue reading Composting Love…

Chapter 2 – Stage Door

Crossing the courtyard I waved to a couple of the carpenters who were working outside the hall. At one end of the great hall was the private theatre the Bishop maintained. I let myself in through the wicket in the double doors leading backstage. A barred window at the far end of the space showed… Continue reading Chapter 2 – Stage Door

Disappointing…

Also a learning experience. I posted the first chapter of my first novel on Saturday as a blog post. I am, I hope honestly, proud of the book as a whole and hoped to obtain at least a few readings and comments, I do after all need to improve in the writing trade. I duly… Continue reading Disappointing…

Chapter 1 – October, Anno Domini 2153

Boredom had won and driven me out into the Old City with some of the usual suspects. Waking up on the couch in Diego’s scruffy flat was a painful experience. My mouth tasted foul. I had a crick in my neck and bruises on my ribs from things I had slept on. The tatty blanket… Continue reading Chapter 1 – October, Anno Domini 2153

Mindful Textures…

Some people think I am mad, but I walk mindfully to give myself some calm. I find hunting for interesting textures in the surfaces of objects that I pass helps me to focus on the present. Almost a zen thing.

Mindful Walking…

This lockdown time has been stressful in many ways. The lack of liberty, not seeing friends, uncertainty about our jobs and prospects. All very bad. We have to try and find what small comforts we can. Something I have been doing a lot more of is walking. This has been partly forced since I was… Continue reading Mindful Walking…