Windflowers

A writer’s group fuelled by coffee and biscuits.  An armpit room up steep twisted stairs in a community centre on a dismal estate in Norther...

Sitting with my son Kicking the breeze Time to be silent Time to chat The luxury of hours and days Rather than minutes an...

I have ever filled notebooks with my scribbles.  A dear cousin in N. Ireland, foolishly volunteered to store my diaries and not...

In the year 717 AD a Buddhist monk climbed Mt Hakusan in Japan.   Mt Hakusan To put this period in historical perspective the Rom...

T oday my son, Daniel went swimming off the coast near our flat in Malta.  I watched frankly worried from the shore.  I dislike big wav...