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…

Sun and Moon

I sit between you, my sun and my moon A world basking in silence, in the warmth of your glow. Surveying my surroundings forever changed and still the same, while you occupy your universe, my dawn and my dusk. Two halves that made me whole moving within me and around...

Grass Roots

The sky is cast in winter grey, the forum set on a lesser stadium. A sodden field for thwarted dreamers to become peacocks for the duration. Exhibiting colours in a pointless display, chasing a goal they will never achieve. Defying with gusto their beer bellied fate...

Free Wheelers

In the balmy summer of ‘67 every kid on Concrete Canyon with hammer, nails and imagination was on the look out of for wheels. No stone unturned for a bit of wood, clothes lines reduced by a likely foot to make a makeshift killing machine. A beast to beat the need for...

Here’s a selection of my stories…

Christmas Lights

  “The night was so incredibly beautiful, but all I saw were ruby drops in the snow and the broken wings of the murdered angel and I was scared, so scared…” His words trailed off as he sat staring at his fingers as if they were somehow unfamiliar. No longer aware...

The Monster in the Closet

George leant back in the driving seat and flexed his neck to ease the stiffness creeping toward his shoulders, the tarmac slipping smoothly beneath him to become an ever-growing expanse of distance framed by the rear window of his ageing Ford Mondeo. "Thanks for...

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...

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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