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An Evening with Alison Weir
Is there an historical British monarch who is more internationally recognised than Henry VIII? I doubt it. Known ostensibly for having an abundance of wives, some of whom he decided he no longer liked and so decreed that they should be executed, Henry VIII has become instilled in our consciousness as an erratic king, of excess and impulse and salacious appetites who defied the Pope and liked upsetting monks.
By Rachel Deeming11 months ago in History
Bob Ross made me do it
Watching Bob Ross painting has always been my go-to relaxation activity. No spa or relaxing bath for me! No, I grab myself a glass of something, an elderflower cordial, and maybe a snack to nibble on and plonk myself on the couch to watch the fuzzy haired maestro himself. I can feel the tension tangibly releasing itself from my shoulders and neck as I drift into his creative process, like an air pillow. I love it when he mixes a bit of "Prussian Blue" and "Van Dyke Brown" and seemingly dabs it onto a canvas in a random way but revealing way, creating phenomenal pictures.
By Rachel Deeming11 months ago in Art
Ruminating on a great man
It's bittersweet, transporting yourself back and seeking memories of people now passed. There is an indulgence to it but also a sting, as recollections infuse you with warmth but leave you wanting when you realise that you can only live them as you are now - in your mind's eye.
By Rachel Deeming11 months ago in Men
Love has its Price
It was dark as they were walking through the woods. Little lights flitted in the trees as they trudged their way to the cottage, created by fairies and their dust. But only those who had purity of heart could catch a glimpse: the walkers were oblivious.
By Rachel Deeming12 months ago in Fiction
She Swoops to Conquer
He did not know that he was being watched but her eyes had been on him steadily the whole time, those same eyes darting and pursuing all of his movements as he sat at the table. Like a predator observing her prey, she was waiting for the most opportune moment to swoop.
By Rachel Deeming12 months ago in Fiction
Going for the win
Trigger - descriptions of domestic abuse *** She was desperate. Sitting in her borrowed car, fingering the "joke" pistol on her lap, her knees jiggled with nervous anticipation at what she was planning. Balaclava at the ready, dressed in black, for the part. If only she felt like she could do this...
By Rachel Deeming12 months ago in Fiction