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Taking The Bus.

Golden crunchy leaves, bumpy bus. House names, Astrids Villa and Daphnes Dream Victorian Villas, Edwardian Houses, smell of diesel and other bodies I’m taking the bus today It’s something new for me, not since a young child have I taken the bus, now I am old and...

How Dim This Sky.

Lay down your guns your weapons snarl they maim and rip like devils teeth, they tear and kill my heart it bleeds, how cold my limbs I implore your eyes lay down your guns, how dim this sky. Land, air, sea bombarded with too much ease, crushed and broken a Mother...

A Memory With Janey.

Jane’s Memorial Day-A Special Memory. It seems a long time ago now but then I suppose it is, Forty Three years in fact. In the Spring of 1980 Jane and I visited the land of the pharaohs. I had recently met Hamada and he kindly ask if we would like to go visit his...

The Woodland Lodge.

A delightful sanctuary for family fun. a restful utterance of joy this rhythm and flow this energy of life, proves as natural as breathing. This house fills your eyes with pretty visions of eclectic art and precious belongings. It enfolds, caressing you with every...