Terry sat in his usual seat, tucked away in the corner of the saloon bar in ‘The Main and Tail’, nursing a pint of stout. The sound of the clock echoed in the large empty space, the fireplace bare of flame, the bar bare of customers. Lily was making herself busy tidying behind the bar,… Continue reading CHANGES


John bounds downstairs, hair hanging in eyes, bag over shoulder. ‘Come on we’ll miss it.’ They dive onto the bus as it turns the corner, Lydia hanging by a strap, John gripping the pole while paying the clippie. It’s dark in Soho’s backstreets and Lydia holds John’s duffle coat for fear of falling. ‘Here it… Continue reading JAMMING

Non, je ne regrette rien

Well here we are, only 2 days left of working for ‘the man’. I’ve been on a countdown since June 2021 when the decision to finally retire was made and the interesting thing is how many people have asked me what I’ll do with my time? I see this as another step on life’s path,… Continue reading Non, je ne regrette rien

Pretty Polly

After some rummaging Polly found the shoes at the back of the wardrobe, red silk with ribbons to tie around the ankle, skinny heels and a peep toe. She’s seen them in the shop window every week for a month before she’d plucked up the courage to go in and try them on. The eye-watering… Continue reading Pretty Polly


The mist stalks the fields, fills the furrows and masks the hedges. Crows are ghosts hopping in and out of sight. Sound is deadened in the fog, my coat soon heavy with the enveloping damp, my hair clinging to my face. I look up, there’s a faint blueness above but no warmth as yet from… Continue reading Early

Taking steps

Basket in hand she trudged up the hill, face shielded by a scarf, collar pulled up against the wind. The roads were deserted, the skies a leaden grey, a storm was coming. She was panting by the time she reached the brow, the view on the other side was masked by low cloud and the… Continue reading Taking steps

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