Sun Dried Sparrows

Ask me about the reproductive cycle of the earthworm and I’m your woman; engage me in conversation about obscure 1960s British psychedelia a...

He was free to come and go, I didn't want him to feel trapped or unable to wander wherever his natural instincts took him.   So sometime...

I don’t know whether we look more like ageing beatnik chicks or Mafia wives, all of us dressed in black and with chic boots and dark glasses...

Yesterday afternoon, here in the East of England, the skies turned an eerie yellow-brown before swathes of grey merged with it like watercol...

How are you doing?  I must admit that, like many I’m sure, I’m finding the ever-increasing sadness, insanity and worries about the world qui...

I feel like a total fraud, calling myself a blogger when I haven't written anything here in nearly two months. I can only thank you for ...

Could it be? Could it? Could this object, nestled in the palm of my hand, have also nestled in the palm of another hand (probably a much hai...

Another strange year, another strange Christmas - but here's wishing you as peaceful, happy, safe and rockin' a Christmas as you can...