One of the main reasons that I watch rugby Is that I enjoy watching the seasons change Last week my opening game was played In the suffocating heat of a late summers day This weekend it will be quite different As the autumn has arrived quite suddenly And fashionable sweaters will be required In a […]

Chrissy and June Have a Burberry Boat On the Norfolk Broads It is called Christian Which was an odd Play on words Until I realised That Chrissy’s full name Is Christina Thomasina Ian Life can be very simple If you take time To think about it

Lives and Loves in the downstairs flat She is a tall girl not pretty but rather striking During the cooler months she wears a Burberry coat And a variety of fashionable scarves and hats Yesterday she called me on her mobile As her cat had butchered a rat in her flat She was incredibly squeamish […]

Diane and Joof had been at the railway station They always went there on Tuesdays and Thursdays To watch the Blue Streamlined Trains pass at king speed Later they would bathe together in my bath as I prepared lunch Diane and Joof are my oldest friends and we live together I am in love with […]

My happy place Is little more Than a road Caught between the sea And a shallow hill I often watch the buses As they climb the soft slopes That face my gentle home

This is my happy place An unmade road Leading to the beach Flanked by chic cottages And hinterland wastes I have spent many Happy hours here Caressing the sea

There was not even a whisper of dawn Darkness seemed to cover the blanket sky My duties to the light were now complete So I settled down for my sparse breakfast As I drank my limpid warm tea I thought about my coastal home Of my parents and their dog Had the sun risen there […]

Tiscmet – an island within an island To Swim I own a sauna complex in Finland It brings me a modest income On this island we have one thousand lakes I often swim between the islands With my assistants We sometimes camp during the softer months Apa – the counting of leaves

Pandora is reading her Book of Kings Pandora is reading her Book of Ice Pandora is reading her Book of Nights Pandora is reading her Book of Dreams

It is over now rather brutally in my view The beach is something of a wasteland It is devoid of colour and glass gaze harsh Sister Summer South has now departed The sea is windswept and a dull drill grey It will remain like this for many months gripped I am wearing my cold night […]