Tortured

salford, 12th October 2018 #octpowrimo taken into consideration over years of treatment, therapy, and exercise reaction to my medical condition could be taken as torture as under orders from the quacks I’ve been really put through the ringer… even though , looking back, it was doing me good

Dancing on Air

#octpowrimo Salford , 10th October 2018 I don’t remember exactly When my clumbersome feet Felt lighter than a feather Perhaps it was walking across fields of flowers Or watching the squirrels In the local park, Rolling around in the mounds of freshly cut grass Or maybe, it was the taste of strawberries in winter, Hiding …

Hidden things

#Promptuarium 13th September 2018 Hidey Holes in the place where I rest my head hold memories, to recall and to cherish programmes of events and photographs uniform pins of times gone by Old cameras look on in awe as 24 stills turn to 48 turn to over a 100 as film turns to cartridge and …

Toy Story

#Toystory #Memories #Childhood Salford 6th September I can see them now scattered around on the floor those little bricks that stuck together some square – some rectangles some red, some yellow, some blue, some green we made trees and houses for the little lego people that rode around in the cars on the stubbily green …

Flagbreak

Photo by vectors icon on Pexels.com Unfurl A summer morning, Worsley woods, west of Manchester the sun just peaking through the nest of trees circle of tents in various spots and a scout leader starting the beginnings of an altar fire little faces pop out of the niger tents to grab a view breakfast served …

Tale of a Pencil Case

Salford 18th March 2018 Anyone who’s read the “First Day at School” piece on here, will know how in my first year at High school – i ended up in Needlework for form. Well, during the school week that year – as well as your regular stuff from English and Maths, Geography, History and all….we …

Tend

Salford, 9th February 2018 Tend Plants need looking after when they’re little. I remember , as a lad being given three packets of seed by my Grandad. they never told me what was in those silver packets but each day i’d go to my spot by the lawn, to see what popped out of the …