Stranger in the Park

Stranger in the Park

It is autumn, cold and crisp. A playful wind rides the swings. A young girl stands in the park, her hands deep in her pockets. She is watching, listening, waiting. Rusty chains creak, holding onto swinging seats.  A brisk, westerly wind drags dark, heavy-laden clouds...
Rustling Leaves and Flying Arrows

Rustling Leaves and Flying Arrows

How does a short story materialise? It’s Autumn, and I thought it would be good to walk in the woods and listen to the sounds with a view to writing them down. At lunchtime, I strolled through the woods near my house, notebook in hand. I listened to the movement of...
A Pint for the Fells

A Pint for the Fells

A Pint for the Fells A Pint for the Fells   “Fancy a pint?” The landlord, without waiting for an answer fills the glass. It helps you know – someone shouts, above the cackle of wet and weary walkers that now fill the pub – to repair the paths on the...