Monthly Archives: August 2015

Summer Holiday?


As much as Cliff Richard
Laurie Peters and the Shadows
Are having a fun-filled
Sun-filled Summer Holiday
In Paris in 1963
I still can’t decide
Whether this bank holiday
Is a part of our Summer
Or is Summer just a figment
Of my imagination
A pigment of which
Is definitely grey.

A Walk in the New Forest (30-08-2015)

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The forest awoke with a start
Ancient sap ran through mottled veins
Musty woodland life ventured into its heart
As a semblance of awareness regains

The brick-a-brack of a Sunday morning car-boot sale
Lays around upon ageless ground
Free for those who choose the paths
Into and across.
With ‘crack!’ under footstep
And ‘caw!’ from nearby
I enter and taste.


Leave Humanity behind you
Be less urban… urbane?
Tranquility seeks a follower
That to me is plain.


Old Man Forest
Old Man River
Mother Earth
Value their worth.
For Father Time
Is the only sure thing.


Branch meeting
Trunk call
I’m out on a limb
That is all.


So, my Forest fix is found
And, having to return to reality
I bow to the bough.
Until next time, my friend,
Stay well.

Baldie Lookin’ Jane

I shall be putting this on Periscope (please join us) and you can watch it live, or after the event – wish Jane luck – she always said she would get a head! G;)


Today, I shall mostly be…

… doing this…

Baldie Lookin’ Jane’s Hair-razing Spectacular

Wish me luck!

Photos to follow 🙂

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Tabitha Fetches a Stick

As I may (will) be a little busy today, I may not have the brain or tone availability to write a new piece or two – so please read this blast from the past – thank you G:)

Graeme Sandford

Tabitha Fetches a Stick by Graeme Sandford


When she was a kitten, Tabitha shocked us by barking.

Now, one of the things that you are taught (or discover) in life is that cats miaow and dogs bark; sometimes even before you can count up to a gazillion. To have this fundamental tenet turned topsy-turvy and upside down on its head is to cause the mind to go into premature meltdown (minds generally go into meltdown much later in life) as much as black and white suddenly changing places or gravity to work in the opposite way – but we wouldn’t lose so many balloons, would we?

Tabitha not only barked; she fetched sticks; chewed upon bones; howled when outside; to be let in; chased parked cars; and loved being in the car with her head stuck out the window as the parked cars flew by.

We got used to…

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Short (in the number of words – exactly correct in its syllable count) Haiku


Short(ish) Haiku


Six Word Stories: 1


Her eyes, once fiery, went out.

There are more Queues…


As there are more Questions than Answers in life; I would like  you all to put some answers into my comments box that are unrelated to any questions – thus getting a bit more balance into life –  please and thank you.



the South

morning, before my first coffee


Not Swindon.