Here in England May is the month in which wild bird fledglings leave their nests en-masse and flock to our gardens. Once there, they chirp all day-long to be fed by their harassed parents. Through late spring and early summer busy adults fill the airspace, flitting to and fro from dawn until dusk. Despite its …
This is my late Father. The picture was taken in 1940 at a Royal Navy training facility in Skegness. Despite having the opportunity of a ‘reserved occupation’ in a Grantham engineering works, he answered the nation’s call-to-arms and entered service. For the ensuing five years he helped to defend our liberty in Britain’s fight against …
Today I upload Chapter Five in the continuing serialisation of 'The Door to Caellfyon' my debut novel aimed at the nine to eleven-year age group. I’ve already revealed elsewhere on this site those things that have inspired the writing of this tale. However, there has been far more than just literary influences poured into each …
If you’ve previously read my posts ‘The Nazification of Britain’ and ‘Powerful Illusions’, you will have already realised that I have long held doubts about the veracity of the whole ‘con-vid’ burlesque - a 24/7/365 mummer-show that continues to run ad-nauseam. My own understanding and interpretations of events are not really relevant to the issues …
In my post of April 16 titled ‘WE are the Ones’ I revealed that I’d recently commenced a meditation regime and gave my reasons for doing so. I went on to explain how a particular recording captivated me, its message being one that was acutely relevant to my own life. In this post I’d like …
In this, my latest post to accompany Chapter Four of ‘The Door to Caellfyon’, I’ll cover those early influences that inspired me to write a story such as this. For readers who haven’t yet read my previous posts in this series, the story may be categorised under the ‘coming of age’ heading, for as the …
This morning I was wakened early by a pair of Wood Pigeons clog dancing on the flat roof above my bedroom. Or so it sounded. Despite the hour I decided to get up and spend some 'quiet time' alone while the rest of the family slept. There were any number of tasks I could have …
I was saddened to learn recently of the death of Richard (Dick) Sutphen who passed away on September 1, 2020. So, who was Dick Sutphen? His website, now maintained by his widow describes him thus: ‘Dick Sutphen was a psychic researcher, past-life therapist, prolific author and speaker.’ I knew none of the above when I …
Chapter Three of my children's novel 'The Door to Caellfyon' sees a dramatic change of pace. During the first two chapters my characters were introduced to the land of Caellfyon and, led by their uncle Seymour, have trekked across a landscape not unlike the one they left behind. However, their comforting sense of familiarity is …
'Like Aphrodite born of the sea' a small island rose from the turbulent waters of the Humber estuary. The year was 1243. Aided by tides, shifting sands and a fortuitous shipwreck it continued to grow, eventually becoming inhabited by a hardy group of enterprising entrepreneurs. In the years that followed a thriving community formed. The …
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