Category: Writing
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The morning of the first Lockdown on 23rd March 2020 I awake to a strange sound. ‘What is that sound?’ I ask.We live alongside a busy…
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Romeo She speaks: O, speak again, bright angel! for thou art As glorious to this night, being o’er my head As is a winged messenger…
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The Crow The Crow knows I know he knows I know he crows. Lesley Scoble The Crow rhyme (if you can call it a rhyme…
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Number 22 Bishopsgate is a building so vast it casts a shadow onto the clouds This unusual photo shows 22 Bishopsgate in the distance with…
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It’s the time of year for a Robin picture! So, here is a watercolour I painted in honour of Christmastide. We were walking on an…
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Salute I attempt a salute in respect and gratitude for all those men and women in WW1 and WW2 who gave their lives so that…
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I want out—This is hell!I yelland I rant!Well, I can’t!I must play by the rules(with exception of schools)And— Stay home and work if I can,Stick to the…
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Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one. Albert Einstein I smile upside down,and appear like a frown Upside down on the pavementI…
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A little poem (and song) from the summer I nearly melted into a puddle on the kitchen floor — rescued only by a pink gin…
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Hen Harrier Chances are poorIf it flies o’er the moorInstead of town housesShooters of grousesKill it outright(they’re not supposed to, but they still do it)They…
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