Friday, 21 April 2017

Crossroads


As a child I watched the teatime TV programme Crossroads and was drawn in by the drama of the personal relationships of the motel staff.

Where would plots and stories be without crossroads. Sometimes there is only one way to go or choice seems to be limited; at other times there are multiple possibilities. 


Sunday, 9 April 2017

Chance

I was passing through Gloucestershire and Oxfordshire today on my way to meet some friends, when I saw a signpost for Adelstrop. I'd always wanted to see the village bearing the iconic name so I pulled off the main road.

The railway station closed years ago, but I'd read that the sign had been preserved and erected in a bus stop to honour the  memory of the exquisite poem I refer to in my blog post of  26/11/2016.

A couple sitting on bench inside the shelter told me that Edward Thomas, war poet and nature poet died a hundred years ago today on a battlefield at Arras and that they were waiting to attend a church service in his name. Goose pimples rose on my arms and I thought of the alignment of chance that brought me here on this day. 

Visiting particular friends, taking this route, noticing the signpost, remembering the bus stop, finding the railway sign, meeting the couple who told me of the significance of the day - Edward Thomas, stopping in a train so many years ago... 

Chance and the sense of being drawn to a place or a person is the stuff of story - inexorable necessity; characters pulled, pushed and toppled on a chessboard.  


Monday, 3 April 2017

The Power of an Image

Those pictures of the Earth we see from space are spellbinding. Our beautiful blue planet with mountains, deserts and swirling weather stirs the emotions and causes the heart to miss a beat. It is no myth that hardened astronauts, scrupulously trained men and women of the military and science are moved and forever changed by what they see up there in space looking back at their distant home. I cannot then be any less than a global citizen. As a global citizen, it is right that I care about the health of my planet, all the living creatures that share it with me, and what happens there in my name.

My region on the blue planet is Europe. I am a European in terms of genetics, proximity and disposition. I love to travel and explore northern Europe, Greece and Italy. The countries of Europe are so diverse in their culture, cuisine, language, art and music there are never-ending discoveries to be made and old friends to revisit. I am happy to belong to an organisation - the European Union -  that is willing to share ideas, co-operation, wealth and knowledge while maintaining individual national identity. 

So, I am a global citizen and a European while my country of origin is the UK.

An intact version of this Union flag of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland flies in Brussels and New York, and across the whole of the UK as a symbol of friendship and shared values.  

The torn edges of fabric in this photograph began my chain of thoughts and echoed my disquiet and unease as the UK enters a period of change, uncharted waters and perhaps (without being too grandiose), great peril. 

Wednesday, 1 March 2017

New Book Released Today

Living a lie in a web of deceit, Cassandra finds the courage to challenge her controlling husband. She sets in motion a tragic chain of events that leads her across Europe from the medieval city of Tallinn to the showboating glamour of Nice. Cast aside and the victim of cruel revenge, Cassandra fights for her future and discovers she is not alone. Her new-found strength is tested to its limits, for where love is concerned there is often a reckoning.

JUNE is available on Amazon or from the US publisher Rogue Phoenix Press.










Saturday, 28 January 2017

New Trainers, New Destinations

Had a great run today. Sun shining, ground soft but not too muddy, no dogs leaping up... It might have been the endorphins or the podcast I was listening to, but I went to a faraway place.

http://www.podomatic.com/badge/1222766?posting=1098314

I like to change my route and environment. You could say I went interstellar as I listened to a space shuttle Discovery lift-off from an old recording mixed with some running music. As I came in to the finish we touched down at Edwards Air Force Base.

I was only gone 40 minutes.

Friday, 6 January 2017

Pebbles on the beach

Imagine, if all of these pebbles were ideas or plot lines; if each rounded stone was a character; if the blue pebbles were adjectives, the pink were verbs, and the grey were perfect words of any description...

Washed by the sea, smoothed by waves, arranged and rearranged as the seasons change - the beach is a model of endless possibility.

Friday, 18 November 2016

Swans

Big birds, snowy white, graceful with the stooping neck - beautiful. 
Often in pairs,  they  paddle, feed and tend their fluffy grey cygnets with calm serenity.
Take off, on the other hand, requires valiant effort. The massive birds walk on water until they're aligned for flight. Landings are splashy concluding with tidy wing folding and the assumption of an immediate regal poise. 
But it is when they fly with the neck outstretched straining forward that the wings beat a wild sound that cries freedom.