We sit, a table between us. A table as wide as a chasm, littered with paper and pens, laptops and resentment. I, his mother am both tortu...

Sea tumbled bricks and stone. Round edged. Sea defenses.  After the bombing of Liverpool during th...

 Silently they stand. No eyes, unblinking. Crusty iron skin flaking. Unyielding, immovable.     Reflected in both the sea and...

As I write this, my mug of tea quietly steaming next to me, the skies are leaden and sulking - in stark contrast to last week when we were ...

Last year Himself gave me a brilliant gift - something I'd wanted for a little while. He bought me a 'Kelly kettle' (Huh? I hear...

    I am endlessly fascinated and inspired by the shapes driven by the movement of the tides. Reflections of sky a...

Soothing, breaking one by one, Peaceful brushing on the shore In crescendo and then back down My soul is asking for much more - - - ...