A Lovely Dream There are nights when my dreams become crowded. A fairly extravagant dreamer in quiet times, when I am under too much st...

Following Lucy I realize it would be understandable to accuse me of prejudice, but Edward is a most intelligent dog. When he is dozing by m...

The Older Sister Spring is a girl clad in pink flounces. She skips, she flirts - shares secrets, tells lies. Her thoughts are like air and...

The Ignominious Coach Here in the States it has been a rather cringe-worthy couple of weeks. Stunning outbursts of petulance and ego have sp...

Here In My Cottage The top of Edward’s head smells just like the sea. I have no idea why that is, but as there is often a tiny plum-coloure...

Sleeping Poets My mother still talks of the time we saw John Wayne. Perched like royalty atop a block-long convertible rolling slowly down t...

Far Too Clear There are pumpkins in the fields awaiting faces. Patient, sedentary, they sit in their orangeness neath a low hanging moon......

The Arrangement of Words In English class, when I was young, I learned to diagram sentences. A rudimentary activity, and not one known to...

The Perfect Nap We all know the benefits of a good night’s sleep. Sleep is necessary, not only for robust health and comely countenance, but...

The Little Stranger The mind can play dastardly tricks on the unsuspecting soul who lies wide awake in the middle of a dark night. Given ju...

Godspeed I said goodbye to an old friend this past week. He had fought illness for many years, always with great humour and unflagging brav...

Whispers From the Tartan I wear a lot of linen in the summertime. Yes, it wrinkles, but that is just part of its charm in my eyes. Linen s...

By The Sea I sit by the sea. Under a royal blue umbrella, one of twelve in a row worthy of Cannes. It is dusk and through my half closed e...

SEA JOY When I go down by the sandy shore I can think of nothing I want more Than to live by the booming sea As the seagulls flutter round a...

The Wonder Remains When I was little a trip to the beach could be totally wrecked by a storm. We frolicked in palpable dread of grey, gathe...

Bundle Up If anyone required further proof that I am no stranger to eccentricity, they need but look to the hottest day in August. For I ha...

The Ennui of Edward His is a fortunate disposition, for he was born a happy dog. Despite a precarious and rather lonely start in life, he ne...

Summer Days They have joyfully scattered their hours like dandelion snow over the landscape of summer - a rosy afternoon here, a sun-dappled...

I wonder It is no secret that the current turbulence in the international economy has bumped and bounced its way into every facet of life. ...

The Spider Is it because of Charlotte that I think she is female? Or is it because she weaves her web with such a delicate hand? Unseen i...