Monthly Archives: April 2011

Until 1941, when an air raid destroyed the special train line from Waterloo to Brookwood Cemetery, funeral parties would travel out of the city to the landscaped location in Surrey. I’ll let you decide whether the following story is fact or … Continue reading →

Mirrored Lives? We mirrored each other move for move as we loaded our conveyors to the tills, with bread and cheese and frozen peas. My helper, happy but not too helpful lingered, watching, waiting. Hers, rocked like a boat without … Continue reading →

Today was a first for me; I lunched with the dead of an old London parish, St. Alban the Martyr Holborn. St. Alban was one of the areas they ran out of space to bury their inhabitants about 150 years … Continue reading →

Moon madness Tonight I drove into the moon; her magic drew me with such power just hanging there in blackened bower, I felt the madness all too soon. I sang a melancholic tune afraid she’d make me want to cower … Continue reading →

It’s been one of those days when I got to the end and thought what have I been doing today? Clearing out some of those cupboards, boxes – you know the sort of thing, I discovered some old pictures and a … Continue reading →

Stitchwort stars thread through overgrown grass and shine amongst the bluebells. Dandelion clocks; orbs of perfect engineering, sit waiting for a gentle breeze, the brush of a heathland butterfly’s wing or a child’s delight at trying to tell the time … Continue reading →

We seem to measure our lives by defining moments. I’d like to think the only defining moment that really counts is when a new person is conceived. Genes are transferred and dictate various basic things such as skin and hair colour, … Continue reading →

As a new blogger on the block and not too quick to grasp the techno stuff, I thought I’d be brave today and tackle something new -Friday Poetically with One Stop Poetry. The challenge to take as many words as … Continue reading →

I put the key in my door and stepped back into double-glazed silence. Without hesitation I collected a drink and set off down the garden. I’d walked the dog early through the woods and wanted to hear more of the … Continue reading →

Summer seems to have come a month early this year. I’ve abandoned my shoes and the dust will have to settle in the house while I disappear outside. Some think gardening is for the retired or those with nothing better … Continue reading →