Category: Prose

New for Old in the Forest

The name is as recent as 1079 when King William requisitioned this most ancient common land as a royal hunting ground. And today the New Forest is a Natural Park of open sandy heathland interspersed with boggy wetland, as well as deciduous and coniferous… Continue Reading “New for Old in the Forest”

Stuck on amber

Half grown and heavier than the oldest man-cub in the pack. And teeth which crack a bone with ease but merely graze a hand in play. The cat disdains, but fears in turn the one quick bite and shake as mouth on mouse or… Continue Reading “Stuck on amber”

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… Continue Reading “Cold feet”