Thoughts and words

A Walk

Walking clears my mind of busy thoughts, each step forming a rhythm to think with. It makes me aware of my body and of the ground beneath my feet. In movement, I feel most like myself. Having said that, it seems that there are some walks in some places which... Read more →

Inspiration from memory. Fact or fiction?

Whether or not we can trust our memories is a rich seam for writers to mine. What really happened that night in 1968, 20 years ago? What really went on that evening of the 1971 graduation ball? One thing is certain. If you find 10 people who were at that... Read more →

The stuff that dreams are made of...?

I had a dream today. I dreamed of bluebells over the white cliffs of Dover, of Good Queen Bess and Robin Hood, of battles won on the playing fields of Eton, of Francis Drake who found time to finish his game of bowls and deal with the Spaniards, too. I... Read more →