Raised in the UK by an Irish mother and Scouse father.
Now confined in France raising sheep.
Those who tell the stories rule society.
If a story I write makes you smile, laugh or cry I would be honoured if you shared it and passed it on..
How To Make a One Log Fire
This article is a follow up piece to 'How To Make A One Log Fire; Part 1 The Swedish Candle'. The purpose of that first article was in relation to Vocal's Wave Makers Challenge.
Wishing Well Questions
I am sitting behind my house trying to place some order to everything that happened. It is a big house, but not really a house at all. It is more of a huge shambling wreck. I just live down in one little corner of it. I am sitting on the edge of a concrete well. It is like an ugly sewer pipe facing in the wrong direction. It is pointing directly to the sky instead of out across and spoiling some idyllic forgotten water course. I know that this place for some reason is important. I cannot seem to remember why. I just know that here some of the craziness of the last few weeks feels coherent. If I repeat some of the madder urges they, well in this spot, they do no longer seem quite as mad.
How To Make A One Log Fire
We are told daily we are killing the planet. We are crushing the dreams of our children's future. We need to 'Save the World'.
Miss Marla's Feeling For Snow
This is a photo of my beautiful dog Marla the Magnificent. Also known as Marla the Monster depending on what side of the cage she got out of that morning. The most important thing you need to know is she is Marla the Malinois.
Meet a few of my new class of 2021. Now lets see if I can remember who is who. From left to right, you have first at the back ‘Bill Shankly’, then ‘Vocal’ the first one born this year, then ‘Frank Butcher’, followed by ‘Monkey’, then ‘Hodor’ and last but not least ‘Smokey’.
- Second Place in Wave Makers Challenge
How To Make Dandelion Lemonade
Today it is impossible to escape the urgency to save the world. We are a generation from total collapse and catastrophe. Despite the need to recycle, reduce, and reuse; minimising carbon emissions seems impossible.
Moses Of Crete
It always starts with me floating through some ethereal fog. My feet are drifting off the ground. I look down but I have no idea how far up I am. I can barely see my hand in front of my face. A purple and navy mist circles around me. For the longest time I am frozen. Then I slowly start to pitch forward. I start to spin and tumble, directionless through the haze. It is familiar, although with this awareness I start to feel terror. My body is heavy and I am somersaulting in all directions. My heart is racing; my form feels so tired. I am desperate for air. As I am churning around, I cannot tell up from down. The landscape, through flashes of lightning is slowly being revealed to me. There is a sound scratching through me. I hear a crow cawing. The anger in its voice echoes through my head. I can never see it. It brings a rage, an unquenchable anger; I want to grab the bird with my hands and rip it apart. This feeling grows inside of me. An intense pain blooms at the top of my chest, spreading downwards and inwards. Then an acute sense of loneliness and isolation washes over me.
Dreaming Of Being A Horse
I love this photo. I am the accidental shepherd. You can find out how I acquired my flock of sheep in the story, The Coolest Little Sheep in the World. They are Ouessant Sheep. Rare, rustic and despite being small in stature extremely tough.