It was always a front row seat. House like a wedding cake with columns, next door to a derelict mansion. Waves like White Tigers leaping- Their spittle-flung pebbles to dash salt-flecked panes. Always the thump of surf on stone, then a scatter of spray. So very different from Summer basking on paint-peeled window sills, Watching … More Aber in a Storm
What follows is a Christmas story. I have written it for all of the lovely people who read my blog. Thank you all. Wholeheartedly. Tom Tide. ———————— They were all worn out and grumpy, and as if she had read his thoughts the stamping started. Glancing down at the drooping antlers and shuffling hooves in … More God Jul. A Christmas Story.
Early morning amber tide lapping. Heaven above, heavenly below. Glowing bright, brighter; Glistening all places between. Breathe in union with the waves, for now is the time for lovers and soul searchers. Every hue bleeding then healing in to the dark horizon. Becoming one with all. All is glowing, and so vibrant. … More Amber Tide
The banner of the Alzheimer’s Society is a Forget Me Not flower. Beautiful, tender and unassuming, and probaly frequently swept aside in frenzied weeding. It is a tiny flower, forged from powder blue petals, white stars at the epicentre and a core of vibrant yellow. The sage green petals protect the fragile bloom as you … More Chance meeting