Well today saw the most spontaneous rain shower I have ever witnessed. After successfully darting up the lawn to retrieve pantyloons of various sizes, I resorted to digging the blackberries out of the freezer and turning the Rayburn up to 'High', one of it's two settings.  I pulled Mum's heavy cookbook off the newly dusted shelves (well done Mum, that was quite the...

Walking up the inclinethe inky ceiling darkens,strands of silver ribbons float through the air. A sharp intake of breath,the senses tingle,something being created as the skin brushes cold air. 'He's down in the garden'she nods and smiles,a whisp of smokesuspended in air.Hands deep in bubbles,pots steaming in the far corner.Home at last...some things never change. The heady scent of woodsmokethe evenings creep closer,drifting in across...

Yesterday was a glorious autumnal day, clear blue skies, crisp fresh air and beautiful, amber, crunchy leaves. The conditions were perfect for a walk in the water meadows. The previous day I had made a secret promise to myself to collect as many blackberries as possible for a scrummy jam, so armed with tupperwear, water and a trusty rucksack we ambled down the...

I don't know why they call it Memory Lane, I think of it more like a slide, Falling, swooshing and delving into the deepest corners of my mind. One sign leads to another, a jolt and and a break. A smell, a sense, a hazy idea of something resting in the passages of time. Grasping, clutching at the wispy memory, distinction lost as...