Hello and welcome to my blog…

 

For those who have met me before, Hello again! Lovely to see you.

I have become a ‘woman of a certain age’ beloved by Life Assurance Companies whose greatest wish would be to see me into my grave at my earliest convenience, but don’t let that cloud your judgement. My inner child is very much alive and kicking and the professional me with a proper job has a bottomless pit of life experiences that crawl into the crevices in my writing.

I write because I want to and have been doing it for decades with tolerable reviews.

Less of a poet and fiction writer these days, I write about the things that interest me, social history and what makes us humans, human. Every stone has a fascinating world beneath it just waiting to be explored.

Here’s a selection of my blogs about people, places & things…

Brexit – What The FDI Happens Now?

Before we begin - caveats, qualifications It’s not my aim to foist my opinions on anyone, I can only relate facts in an even handed way as possible and rely for the greater part on statistics. The data I’ve used is largely from the Office of National Statistics Winter...

Big and Beautiful

On my many trips oop North as I turn off the M62, about which I could wax endlessly lyrical without pulling your leg even once, I pass a neck- breakingly high chimney pointing upwards to the steely sky over Rochdale. Wrapped up against the winter chill and seemingly...

The 1984 Miners Strike

The 1984 miner’s strike was a form of natural disaster. It causes were largely organic, its immediate effects were uncontrollable and the fallout left a trail of devastation. Much has been written on the subject from those within the industry and outside it. Social...

Here’s a selection of my poems…

Why?

It crept in amongst us diseasing hope and sanity. Slowly taking you from us to place of dwindling clarity. For a while we laughed, found a hundred ways to ease unease. For a while it could have just been a game, the resounding echo of a lifelong tease. Then the echo...

Mills, Hills and Steam

  Industry born on a larger scale, once rose amid the rolling moors. Grand designs of brick and glass and skyward fingers of chimney stacks forged a landscape of mills and hills from the minds of men, never still . Dreams drawn out on a spinning mule, fuelled by...

What See You Love?

What see you love when you look at me? What drives your heart to stay? I am flawed by life’s experience. More than I was, yet less than I could be, I have put up hard resistance ‘gainst the notion of true love and bitter fought for freedom for longer than I can say....

Here’s a selection of my stories…

Hope For The Tally Man

The hedgerows are heavy with white Hawthorn blossom and winding brambles that will soon enough bear dark fruit. I would have walked; carried my suitcase of wares through uneven meadows dotted with nodding yellow cowslips and hopped over the bubbling spring of crystal...

A Long Sleep

Fatigue troubles him of late. It creeps up uninvited and settles on his shoulders; an unassailable weight pressing his eyelids shut. It is summer and he is young. The kitchen is filled with the aroma of baking bread and acrid coal dust from his fathers dirty pit...

Muck and Brass

The sky had turned a nasty shade of grey, a large cloud in the shape of dog peeing up a lamppost spitting on the taxi windows. Not entirely a good omen. Roger was wary of omens ever since his best friend’s cat suffered an unforeseen and untimely end. He was thirteen...

Here’s a selection of my travel blogs…

Normandy. Fallouts and Fairytales

  Bathed in glorious May Day sunshine, we set off for the long drive from the barren moors and frequent rain of Greater Manchester to pick up the Ferry and begin a much needed holiday. In previous years we headed for Holyhead to cross the Irish Sea to visit the...

Ireland (Part 1) – Where the people wave at strangers

It’s not surprising that Guinness has come to represent the darkly enigmatic country that is Ireland. And, no I’m not sidestepping the interestingly frothy top, through which you have to delve to get the true sense of all that rich darkness. The Irish have a...

A Bite of the Big Apple

“Lets go to New York.” H was excited by the prospect; standing over me with lustful longing in her eyes as I sat at my desk at work feverishly prevaricated. “Go on. You deserve it...” Recently divorced from problematic spouses and the financial baggage of eighteen...

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