St Bernard Dog.

Halloween Short Story Extract

The road narrows and the fog hangs in, like dragon breath. We’re on a nameless diversion – no signposts, not even sun to mark the horizon. Houses float out, make themselves known against white. If people live here, it can’t be so desolate. It’s just the weather.

But the road shudders its way into the car, into our bodies, until we exclaim at its roughness. Our eyes find the dirt, not even a hint of a white line. We could not live here.

A robin from the Peak District in contemplative pose.

Resisting Antiques Roadshow, Welcoming the Robin

You know your life has changed when you sit down of a Sunday Evening to watch Antiques Roadshow with your in-laws. Gone, are the days when you used to bemoan the fact that Antiques Roadshow even existed.

Poem: 'Summer Broom' by K. S. Moore from the 2008 collection 'A Flower Girl's Tears', published by Young Welsh and Poetic. Second edition by K. S. Moore, 2011.

All Ireland Poetry Day: Summer Broom by K. S. Moore

I decided I had to post a poem in honour of All Ireland Poetry Day. The choice was easy as I’ve been looking back at Summer, feeling the familiar relief that it’s over and Autumn, in all its fiery brilliance is gaining prominence.