Category: Prose

Cold feet

Oh! the times we’ve sat here enjoying the silence, sunshine and views over the aboretum. To plant a tree for every year of our being together, that was the plan, but instead I planted one in your memory. Now our special seat looks like…

Digging history at old St Pancras

Although it was not my favourite subject at school, I’ve become more fascinated with antiquity as the years have passed! A knowledge of local London history makes my surroundings that much more vivid and so I could not pass up the purchase of some…

Repeat break

Am re-working ‘Postcards from the Edge’ as Suffolk never fails to inspire and once again am taking a short break and long breather here:Breaking cover from the dense vertical axis of London, the horizontal coastal planes of the Eastern edge of England are a…