We adapt quickly in England. There wasn’t much of a summer (but hey – April was lovely!) and now there are night frosts, and the days are hardly awake before the light fades and evening draws in. So, we are preparing for winter, and the supermarket shelves...
It isn’t until the searchlight of your efforts goes out, in the form of a book or collection, that the temperature of reception can be gauged. Then shadows, like infra-red images of yourself, come reflected back in the opinions of others, but most importantly in...
The hardest thing, getting known. I have a product, viz. book of poetry. Poetry! People throw up their hands in horror. Poetry…yes, that function of the higher brain, tool of the depressed and sorrowful, is it still being written?”I mean, I know it still...
OK, it’s not good grammar, but the book is Signs and it is available now!A coughing, spluttering fit.A nervous, high laugh.Sign of spring – bird song;sign of winter – long scarfwrapped around the throat.A sharp frost, a dull pain;there are signs of...
Watched the eclipse of the moon on Saturday night. Skies cleared over Suffolk and the shadow of the Earth moved slowly over the moon. Tried to get the kids interested – they did watch but it was only an excuse to stay up late! It only turned a bit red (perhaps I...
