Last week saw a two night tarry to a campsite near Berwick-upon-Tweed with my kid brother, Ian. Our camper van resting place affording its lucky visitors enchanting views of North Sea landscapes Lindisfarne, and further afield Bamburgh Castle. Lindisfarne (aka as Holy Island) the tidal isle, with its links to 6th century monks Saint Cuthbert…
Tag: writing
An Inaugural Meeting
Today’s literary offering is a piece penned for a writing group meeting this week. The topic for this maximum 1,000 word narrative was to journal a first meeting between a young man/new girlfriend and his parents… Concentrating in part on the thoughts of the mother, along with the son’s new partners observations of events as…
Cultural Debate
I have had a buddy from Gateshead stopping at my Wakefield apartment for the past two days. A cohort of mine since working together at the National Coal Board head office in the early 1980’s, he (also named Gary) taught me a huge amount about inappropriate humour; including the limerick starting ‘The was a young…
What To Do?
Zella, my partner Sarah’s adorable German Shepherd, looks back forlornly at me as I crank up todays creative literary engine. I’ve gotta say, I’m unsure why the sable haired beauty looks so despondent. After all, she’s had a walk, during which she enjoyed herself chasing and retrieving sticks; the furry canine’s also had her morning…
Cuckoo
My partner Sarah’s residence, where I’m penning this piece, is around 200 yards as the crow flies from the Ossett care home where my mum passed away around eighteen months ago. With my beau out earning some pennies at the supervised living home where she plies her trade, I’m sitting here thinking about mater. In…
Pout
Yesterday a special friend of mine underwent a minor cosmetic procedure to enhance her lips. She’s not asked me to maintain her privacy, nevertheless, for the purposes of anonymity I’ll call this buddy Mavis Greensleeves of 27 Edelweiss Way, East Climstead, Yorkshire. Footnote – When I say special friend, I am referring to the place…
Between Baroque & A Hard Place
A few years back I wrote a blog about baroque period composer Johann Sebastian Bach… Or should that be a few years Bach, not back?… No, no, I was right first time. Within that fictional essay I somehow managed to divert from the original narrative topic of the UK’s 1715 Riot Act. Instead segwaying onto…
Daffs
I’m accompanied by the orchestral caterwauling of various workmen outside of my apartment as I commence this journal. The culprits of this disagreeable soundscape a bunch of high visibility vested fellas seemingly intent on distracting me from the literary task at hand… Well, if truth be told, although these highlighter pen lookalikes are quite vocal,…
Glamping Or Camping
Something struck me during my stay at a North Yorkshire campsite during the weekend. This scheduled tarry taken in the campervan my West Yorkshire beau Sarah and me use to explore little corners of this green and pleasant land. I suppose camping in a van, especially one modernised to provide comforts of home such as…