Notes from a small dog XLIV
I’m bored. Really bored. It’s raining outside and she’s shut the door. I haven’t been allowed outside for almost an hour! Can you believe that? Personally, I think someone should call the RSPCA… I’m...
View ArticleCold buttered toast
I had missed out on breakfast this morning, And I’m not of the type to do brunch, With my nose firmly glued to the keyboard I completely forgot about lunch. Now by mid-afternoon I was hungry And so,...
View ArticleForgotten stones
I still had an hour to spare by the time I reached the little crossroads that leads up towards Curbar Gap. There is a parking spot there where I can waste an hour with ease and I often do so. On one...
View ArticleCity break…
It had been a good meeting on Friday evening and we had sat and talked for quite some time on our return to Sheffield. On Saturday it was decided that we would abandon the car in favour of public...
View ArticleReview: Clyde and Friends by Russ Towne
Clyde and Friends Three Books in One Written by Russ Towne Illustrated by Josh McGill Clyde is a Green Giraffe who eats blue bananas and has a penchant for standing on his head. In this volume are...
View ArticleCalling
I whispered your name to the Universe Silent echoes, butterflies on the wind, Calling you to me. Only in softness, gentle as snowflakes, Fragile and transient Will the voiceless speak. Yet into the...
View ArticleHomage
It was Albert that started the problem, With his ill-fated ‘osses ‘ead stick And Wallace, the somnolent lion, Who swallowed the lad double quick. I grew up on Marriott Edgar, And the musket Sam...
View ArticleSmall dog… busted!
Dear Kanzen, I found this hidden amongst Ani’s toys… I think it may explain certain anomalies and the whisperings we’ve been hearing ….You may want to have a word with the inscrutable SamCat… Hmm….
View Article…and the small dog does it again…
Every time. Every ruddy time. The small dog conquers all, sweeping away any obstacles (and most small items) with a waft of her tail… Melting hearts with those big, brown, puppydog eyes. I may as well...
View ArticleLove in ten lines
The Love you seek Is a Love within, Love that is calling To a Love without; Yet the Love without Is the Love within. A Love that yearns And knows Love’s home, For Love is lost, When we Love alone. “The...
View ArticleHeather – Cee’s photo challenge
Tall the cliffs of stone That mark the entry to my heart’s domain, Wild and empty in its vastness The solitude of living earth. The wind lifts the heart And bears it through the storm To where the...
View ArticleThe PA and the High Court Judge
No, that isn’t the title of some sleazy, top-shelf novel, but a signal victory for the Publishers Association as the High Court upholds their application and grants a blocking order requiring the major...
View ArticleWhere the weekend began…
It was hot on Friday, so the cold cider was welcome. It was too hot to eat, so we grazed lightly as we published Scions of Albion and talked through the plans for Leaf and Flame. Thunderstorms woke me...
View ArticleDrunk chickens, by guest author, Mary Smith
I am very glad to hand over the blog today to writer Mary Smith. Mary has just released a new book, “Dumfries Through Time” in collaboration with landscape photographer, Allan Devlin. However, it was...
View ArticleGuest post: Christine Hannon, “A Hairdresser’s Diary”
As anyone who takes one look at my unruly mop will realise, I seldom sit in the hairdresser’s chair. Christine Hannon, however, wielded the scissors and a sympathetic ear for many years. A hairdresser...
View ArticleThe Mudfold and Cockeren Feud: from the pen of Tallis Steelyard
The tale is freshly penned, the ink barely dry and the tale as yet unpublished… and it is with inordinate delight that I once again welcome that renowned, if impecunious poet of Port Naain, Tallis...
View ArticleRecent releases by Steve Tanham
Ben’s Bits: The Ballad of Bakewell Gaol “How long, now? How long have I been locked in here? One hour, maybe two? One pace, two paces, three . . . I stop at three, drowning in the exact middle of the...
View ArticleCanning Day – in memorium
“It’s Boxing Day,” my two-legs said, I have to disagree, The morning after Christmas Has another name to me. “It’s Canning Day,” I whispered, And my two-legs cocked an eye, I turned away discretely...
View ArticleSilent – photo prompt round-up
Some more wonderful stories this week for the photo prompt and some dark tales… Please click through to read any you have missed and thank you to everyone who took part! If your story is not included...
View ArticlePhoto prompt round-up – the stairway #writephoto
This week’s photo prompt drew some wonderfully different entries and I have reblogged as many as possible. Thank you to everyone who took part, read and commented. Please click the links to read any...
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