It’s a fine morning for a walk if a little muddy underfoot, so we head for Skipton Woods, our path crosses over an old incline railway which connected with the Thanet’s canal. Following a well-worn route past several steep slopes, nearby the recently expelled…
Here I was sitting in my round tin bath taking in the view. mud every-where about me. There's not much water to cover my nakedness but then I am only two, so perhaps I can get away with it. Who's…
As dusk fell I watched a heron silently gliding to a small stream, a somewhat ghostly image almost prehistoric. Its almost a clear cloud free sky, with stars shining through the dark silhouettes of the trees on my route. The cold clear air…
Tonight my late night walk with Robbie has reminded me that the Craven Dales are sometimes at their best when the wind is in the east and the cold bites at you. This is a night when silence and solitude…
Now I stand here waiting, once you fed me so frequently that often I became full. Full of letters and cards to family and friends sent near and far. Letters of love and romances, or mystery, some holding intrigue and danger.…
So many have looked my way: once I was beautiful, the pride of your family, but now my neck is twisted and my skin no longer pristine: no longer that blushed ivory you so loved when we first met. My…
The young buffalo rocked gently as she wallowed in the warm mud of the river bank. Above in a tree a lizard watched her then he blinked and seemed to fall asleep. In his pea green coat he blended in…
Myself I enjoy studying how over the last three millennia, differing races have attempted to convey the spoken language. Whether from one of the many formats seen, from carving symbols on wood or in stone, or the many fine illustrations…
