As I sit journaling insights into last weekend’s campervan adventure, a constant pinging emanates from the kitchen area. The distracting … More
Tag: prose
Changing Times
It has been an expensive week motor vehicle wise. Insuring and paying road tax for Victor the campervan, along with … More
Welcoming Archie
This weekend will see a return to campervan life for my rebellious beau Sarah and me. After a couple of … More
One Wrote Under the Cuckoo Clock
“There’s a sad sort of clangingFrom the clock in the hallAnd the bells in the steeple, tooAnd up in the … More
People Perusing
A Wakefield coffee house is the venue of today’s writing exercise. Sporadic scans show consumer traffic outside is light, sadly … More
Just A Cane?
A scene witnessed from my apartment office window has just resulted in having to perform a double take. This early … More
Hazy Head Day
This morning my usually fertile mind is utterly bereft of blog topic ideas. A fuzzy head from overdoing celebration birthday … More
Campsite Capers
It’s been around twelve months now since I commence partaking in the campervan life. Since popping my camping cherry, witnessing … More
Tell It To The Birds
Sitting in the bosom of an east Yorkshire campsite, the chirp of birds (of an unknown species) accompanies this prose … More