One Thing Leads To Another
On a bright summer evening, what better pastime than eating fish and chips on the beach. We soon decided upon a nearby diner at St Martin-by-Looe, where the takeaway food is delicious, and only five...
One Misty Night
Mitchell’s foot was caught in a rocky crevice. It was dusk; mist-shrouded the moor, and Jake wished that he and his best friend hadn’t relied on their mobile phones to navigate them. His was out...
Not To Be Missed
Usually, I go to Plymouth via Torpoint Ferry, but chose to go over Tamar Bridge at Saltash for a change. On reaching the town, I remembered how useful the location is from the days when...
This Way To The Waterfall
St Nectan’s Glen near Tintagel is one of my favourite places in Cornwall, and now lockdown restrictions have been eased, I was drawn to its tranquillity. The one-way system through the woodland works well and...
A Good Place To Start
As I write this first blog, I’m happy but apprehensive to begin something new. With the encouragement and lots of help from my husband, our son and his partner, Word Loft is ready to share...
Writing Journey
As the coach rolls out of London, I take pen and notebook out of my backpack. I haven’t written for a week and I need to, but what? Maybe I’ll pen a poem, but inspiration...
Sicilian Wonders
The film, ‘The Godfather’, brought my attention to the Italian island of Sicily in the seventies. Magical scenery; with a touch of mystery. My husband and I perused a long list of holiday places, and...
Dance Of The Dragonfly
Inspired from a creative writing course prompt, this was the first poem I had written in years, and is about the lifecycle of a fascinating insect. ‘A legacy from prehistoric times, beautiful and brightly coloured.’...
Blackley Heights
It was the morning after Shari and Michael had argued, and his side of the bed was cold when she woke up. It was less than twelve hours since arriving, so they weren’t off to...
The Lavender Maiden
Harriet tied ribbons of the frilled-edged pinafore around her waist and frowned as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the attic window. The outfit was prissy and much too childish for a fourteen-year-old....