Growing up in a coastal iron ore mining village in mountainous Cumbria had plenty of outdoor “distractions” for a young boy and his closest mates. One of these was to go into places we were specifically told NOT to, especially… Read More ›
summer
Haiku #19 Summer Dreams
Is it still Autumn or is it now Winter? I suppose I should check the media, they’ll tell me if this is abnormal Autumn weather or normal Winter weather won’t they? Will Summer occur ever again, am I allowed to… Read More ›
Haiku #4 Whispers
A warm summer’s day walking through fields of wheat, a sea of brown and green wrapped around two brilliant red poppies. “The breeze is gentle,Wheat sways and softly whispers,Poppies blushing red” The Two Doctors
What did you learn from your Grandad?
What do you remember from being a 5 year old child? In my case it’s mostly about gardening with my grandad, a Cornish miner who migrated to Cumbria where I was born. He had an allotment garden, about 400 yards… Read More ›
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