Letters

Dear Rhona, This missive is a tad late, I know. But I have found myself more occupied than I had expected. It has been nearly a month...

Dear Rhona, It has already been hard for me to find the time, between the long jaunts afoot and the chilled night under the stars, to...

My dearest Rhona, It is a great charm for me that you have taken to my initial letter and that you would love to read the happenings of...

Written in January/February of 2021 Recently, I posted a ‘story’ on my Instagram of a photo of a hole in one of my woollen jumpers, which...

Under a bunch of frosted burdocks a Duckling shivered. All around the air was thick with fog and a breeze began to move the burdock which...

Now I am six and twenty And the last ten years I see From my five to five a plenty Of much a revelry And now the line is crossed And I...

Eleven-year-old Léopoldine, Victor Hugo’s daughter, whom this poem of grief is about. Painted 1835. She drowned in the Seine aged...

Almost a week ago, the strangest thing happened. My siblings and I were working on the new beach chalets we have been rebuilding next to...

Fired nostrils fume, Besotted eyes gloom; Daring young in the square, They have forced the dare. Hoof marks the sand With a flick and...

In the Iliad there is a tension between Glory and Tragedy which wrestles the reader from awe to sorrow. Heroes vie for fame in posterity...

Recently, I was walking back from a night at the pub with my friends, a pub in which I have dwelled in for many years and is situated in...

The brass-potted chandelier in the dinning room and kitchen, designed by Laury Dizengremel and fashioned together by Joe Caneen. The...

Ah finalement, I have had time to replenish from the week of festivities that has past. Now I can reflect and try to reconstruct all...

Chalabre has begun to transform and yesterday marked that transition. It was to be no ordinary Monday. Around the hour to take tea, I was...

Two shall be born the whole wide world apart, And speak in different tongues, and have no thought Each of other’s being, and no heed: And...

Last evening I was caught in a fix of melancholy, people had left, the Prince of the chateau for London, as well as a girl who had caught...

The following is taken from the book I have been writing, from the third instalment, which I also submitted to a competition earlier this...