Notes of Hope

Enough is enough: She was owned by stuff which didn’t work, Was past its best, Had dried up, Or was just plain useless.   Like her husband.   It was Armageddon.  As in: ‘I’m a-geddin’ outa here’. In boots made for walkin’. Which is just what they did Making tracks.   Felt like she was […]

Victory Roll

This was me; climbing up into the upper parts of a French barn and disturbing a swarm of wild bees.

A dozen or so stings on each arm, and two days dizzy with remedies from the pharmacy. But how did the bees feel about it?

A Portrait of the Artist as a Middle-aged Man

One of the many things he was not much good at, was shaving. His jowl: despite academic attention to the shaving industry’s advertising, and his own ceremonial attention to the ritual itself, now reminded him of A WW1 battlescape. Blasted trees, brimming craters and shell holes filled with blood. Not that he remembered the Great […]

Bushwhacked

This is a 100% true story. The return trip: 1000 miles without a cent to my name, was nearly as horrendous.