Doors…an odd obsession!

I had thought I was a little strange being so interested in doors. I often take pictures of them when I am visiting a new town. They are largely neglected in the modern era, I think. Historically doors have been a building's bling and quite right too. I am apparently not alone in this nuttiness … Continue reading Doors…an odd obsession!

Small Pleasures… Part 2

There are so many simple things in life that cost nothing but give me pleasure that I need to focus on and be mindful of... Sitting in a sunny window on a cold day, feeling the warmth of the sun and watching passing people all wrapped up in the cold. An open fire, sitting around … Continue reading Small Pleasures… Part 2

Scribblings…Part 2

black and white of peoples feet while dancing

The other side of an evening of tango is when it goes wrong. I try to be philosophical about these times but... well in this case I waxed poetic: Mournful beat of a heart that is not mine,Alone in the crowded room, Packed tight among the writhing crush,Ungainly steps faltering, clashingDiscord among harmonyA dodgem amidst the waltz. Despite feeling so smallThere is nowhere to hide!

Friday Evening…

They say write about what you know...so I did. In my free time away from the keyboard I dance. Not in a club with ear shredding music but a social space where people can dance and talk. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rnt77ZIh8Ug Tango has been a part of my life for more than fifteen years. Depending on the time … Continue reading Friday Evening…

After The Deluge… Part 7: Communal Living

One of the features of life in my post apocalyptic world that people may find strange is the communality of living, for example the public bath houses. I should stress that I am not a communist nor a kibbutznik and, in common with most modern westerners, live in my own space. The idea that people … Continue reading After The Deluge… Part 7: Communal Living

Scribblings… Part 1

I have no previous as a poet - in fact I am not sure that this is poetry at all but I was describing the rain covered window and it seemed quite neat so here it is: Rain on the pane, Races its track. Stoic drops in its wake. Markers of moments. Of pause and … Continue reading Scribblings… Part 1

After The Deluge… Part 6: Steam Power

traction engines

Irecently received a couple of reviews where my readers had problems with the co-existence of cars and steam engines. This, I must confess, I found baffling. Historically this happened. Steam trains were in commercial service in the UK until the mid 1960s. Steam traction engines were a common sight on the roads and especially on … Continue reading After The Deluge… Part 6: Steam Power

Soups Of Joy… Pea & Ham

pea ham soup white bowl on slate background

Food and mood. I think the two are inextricably linked. I have used food scenes as a way of putting the brakes on the pace of my writing. Eating and cooking implies a pause, a steadying of the narrative pace, a time to take stock - literally in the case of soup. 'Renaissance' is set … Continue reading Soups Of Joy… Pea & Ham