The Scatterling series – 28, 29 & 30

I was quite conscious that the next story in this potted story of me so far was ostensibly about whisky when I attended the convivial gathering after the English Carol Service in my village on Thursday evening. I cannot claim, despite a burning desire for it to be so, that I experienced the expanded state... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 27

In my previous post, I promised you a lot of cow manure when I next wrote. Now, my dear old Dad is very sick, so this is probably a good time to relate how silly we could all be when we were young enough to be called cheeky. He loves this kind of story: REVENGE... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 24, 25 & 26

The coloured bit of paper used when crafting the above image means that I am in planning mode. I say that with a strange sense of victory, since  the commencement of planning coincides with the first free day I have had for months and months. In this very moment my obligations to other people are... Continue Reading →

The Scatterling series – 21, 22 & 23

It seems quite strange now that a free online course is teaching me how to write fiction to be back in this non-fictional world with fictional illustrations which allude to reality in the absence of photographic documentation. It is early days yet, but I am having such fun trying to come to grips with another... Continue Reading →

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