This week’s poem…

As sole carer…

Quite the bold buccaneer

You should never go back

          It was only when he was on the last leg of his journey that the sinking feeling began to set in. He’d changed trains at Preston and as the two-coacher he was now sat on pulled out of the station he felt that little flutter of excitement he remembered from childhood. He’d snuggle up

Churchgoing

Churchgoing

Joe had been driving around aimlessly for an hour in the rain and just wanted to get out of the car and stretch his legs for a while. But where to stop and what to do when he did? He’d seen quite a few pubs, all lit up and Festively welcoming and every one of

One Christmas Eve

A Sherlock Holmes Story…. The build up to Christmas had been (as it was every year) a tense time. As I’ve recorded elsewhere Holmes found the Festive season difficult; but then Holmes found all outpourings of emotion difficult. He was not a completely cold calculating machine (though it often suited his purpose to be thought

Just by Ours

Fiction ( this never happened to me) but based on fact – really it’s about the danger of believing in the irrational… Just by Ours…                           …there was this haunted house. All the kids said it was anyway and there were all kinds of stories. The main one, I mean the one everyone said

Ov – A review

Click on the link below to read a really great review by Janet Kenny of my novel Ov https://www.spookyisles.com/ov-a-fantasy/