Too tired to read this? Why not listen to this article in audio? Chit chatting in Alberca, nr. Salamanca in Spain. Home is where my heart is. but try telling that to my feet which are getting itchy. ‘ITCHY FEET’ an idiom that means you are eager to go somewhere.…
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Listen to this article in audio. After months on lockdown and restricted gatherings, there is a social need to blow away the cobwebs in your brain, a need I have found frustrating…
Sometimes I wonder if I misjudge the point of it all. The…
When was the last time you felt the earth beneath your feet?…
It starts innocently with an institution, a grouping together of human beings. We look for leadership and allow power to corrupt. We become members – friends – comrades – a team – a nation. Then…
You have spent ages over a story you are excited to share. CLICK, you share it on your social media, and then you receive that dumb message from some group (Nazi) admin moderator who reminds…
Sometimes I wonder if I misjudge the point of it all. The things we are asked to do for our own good, I often wonder who has the bag full of easy options. Is it…
I have always been accused of talking too much, maybe it is because I have so much to say, and dare I say it, love to be annoying. I do not care anymore, and if…
Listen to this article in audio. After months on lockdown and restricted gatherings, there is a social need to blow away the cobwebs in your brain, a need I have found frustrating to the point…
Too tired to read this? Why not listen to this article in audio? Chit chatting in Alberca, nr. Salamanca in Spain. Home is where my heart is. but try telling that to my feet which…
I have searched for a memory – Moontox is calling. She talks of two moons in a sky that is dawning. I wake and remember, what comes after grey, the skies have been darker than…
Too tired to read? Listen to this article in audio. French morning sunrise, clutching a white china cup of boiled lemon water, I perch sleepily on the step, overlooking my purple garden. The soft hum…
I love a great salad, don’t you? especially now we have all become so creative, so different from the salads my mother used to serve up. A limp piece of lettuce, some sliced tomato, and…
Looking after guests fills me with joy, I want my house to be welcoming. Coffee brewing in the kitchen and people looking relaxed and smiling. I have been traveling for nearly three years, unfortunately, brought…
My busy day had left me feeling exhausted. It was time to pick up my kids from school. I looked at the group of busy chattering mums at the school gate and I did not…
Ten years of research and a couple of years to write, this is the story of Brighton artist Harry Killbuck. It is a tragic tale. I thought it would be good to start featuring the…
Our answer to the door of peace, comes where we keep our dreams and sleep. Rest assured my words will shout, my tired arms. reaching out. First one then two and more words flow, upon a crafted winter wind. There is no stopping then…
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Campello Collection. “Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,And…
Campello collection. The many soft and silent footsteps walked up Church Street…
It is lovely to find a small space to be creative, so…
