So here they are Maisie and Foxy playing in the garden. What next? Barbeques? Late night parties?

Well, the adventure goes on. The two have been romping in the garden for hours every evening this week. Yesterday Maisie sat on the door step making little calling noises until her friend appeared from behind the shed. Tonight I was a little tardy it... Read more

Just when you think you have seen it all, something amazing jumps up and kisses you smack on the lips! I took my little dog (Jack Russell x Chi hua hua just approaching one year old) into the garden last night before bed. It was getting a bit chilly... Read more

Manuscript came home the other day. Just popped in to visit. He's so grown up now. He's even got a new name. Calls himself Fersta, that's it Fersta Dishon. It's french I expect! Anyway, I asked him if he wanted to have a rest on his shelf after hi... Read more

“No! Help, somebody help me! I don’t want to go, you can’t make me!” Manuscript was playing up “Look!” I pleaded. “We have to do something with you. You can’t just lie around on a shelf for the r... Read more

A dull thump on the door mat. "Hi! ... Yoo hoo...Alison, I'm back!" I recognise that voice. False warmth with a hint of 'I told you so' mockery. "Oh hello, it's you. Welcome home manuscript!" The monster which I created has returned to gloat. "Y... Read more

Ok, so there are now 35k words of carefully edited and proof read story telling and there they lie, on the table, a hefty double spaced manuscript. Pleased with it? Of course I'm pleased with it! Haven't I lived and breathed the lives of those who l... Read more

In the nineteenth century, French scientist Felix Savart turned his attention to violin design in an attempt to rationalise the complexity of the traditional form. The result, Savart's trapezoid violin may have failed to woo the conservatives in the... Read more

Codfishing was a family enterprise during the winter months, but one night in the early 1970s even the fish decided to lend a hand. What follows is not fiction. It all happened! It happened to me!   “You get the tackle bag, I’... Read more

Relaxing in my garden In shade I did espy, A web, and in its silken shrouds, entrapped, a hover fly. Sensing prey upon the snare, The spider nimbly leapt. To wrap the hapless fly in silk And hang it where it slept. Happy with her lunch secur... Read more