The Roseland Peninsula’s Little Jewel
‘We’re on our way,’ a message pinged through. Our dining companions usually cut their arrival close to arranged times, whereas Mr Word Loft and I are generally too early. The restaurant wasn’t open for another...
Two Waterfalls Become One
After travelling to Iceland a few years ago, I fell in love with the Nordic Island. Soon after returning, I entered a competition where short stories were to be set in Iceland and about waterfalls....
Easter Joy!
The place is alive with chicks and bunnies. Not the real sort of course, but I love decorating my home, and an array of springtime paraphernalia collected over decades has made its annual appearance. Mr...
Gem of Cornwall
Having a wander around St Germans the other day, I was reminded of a poem on the website called ‘Gem of Cornwall’. It came about after a national building society ran a campaign requesting poetry...
Celebrating Daffodils
Bright and zingy, even on grey days. The yellow petals give a splash of positivity that lifts spirits, and I cannot resist photographing daffodils. They are probably the first type of flower I encountered as...
A Change of Scenery
Anticipation is heightening. We have booked our main annual holiday after lots of debate. There are so many places Mr Word Loft and I want to travel to, but Croatia was our final choice. I...
Tuscan Dream
“Are we really here?” I asked my husband, as we sat sipping cappuccinos in the shade of a café parasol on the first day of our holiday. Tuscany was a destination we had longed to...
An Amble Around St Mawes
“Wonderful idea,” I said when a trip to St Mawes was suggested with our son and his partner for Mr Word Loft’s birthday. I love castles and have been drawn to the village’s one after...
One Misty Night
A lie, an accident, and a strange encounter on the moors filled Jake and Mitchell with uncertainty. Find out how they coped in this seven-minute-read short story. Click or tap the following link: Happy reading.All...
An Alpaca Day!
“Where shall we go that’s different from our usual haunts?” I asked Mr Word Loft. He had booked a day off of work to spend time with our grandson. And as if by magic, the...