Stuart Miller-Osborne

In the summer of 1948 a fisherman found a small steel box on the beach at St Margaret’s Bay The box contained a notebook He handed it to the village’s most famous resident Noel Coward who made discreet enquiries as to its history as he suspected it to be connected with a spy ring which […]

As Patterson and Pea slept an orb decorated with pink red and white roses hovered above them It was listening to their dreams Suddenly Pea awoke and asked for their dreams to be returned But it was too late as their dreams were in the possession of monkeys    

I see her quite frequently in the avenue of roses Walking towards the Beaconsfield House She never arrives as she only lives in the imagination of my pen    

On the last day before he retired DoverBeachDeal arranged his deckchairs in tidy formations He had been a deckchair attendant for the whole of his working life A ship called the RonsonBoyRoy was sailing by taking knights in full armour to the last crusade Two sisters one dressed in black The other in white Tried […]

There are two fishing boats High on the beach Between Walmer and Deal One is called the Denise C The other is called the Prose Sun The former takes fare paying passengers To the Goodwin Sands But the latter does not    

On the 31st of May 1431 a naked girl was found wandering along the beach at Deal in the country of Kent She spoke no intelligible language and was attacked by nearby fishermen and thrown into the sea near to the pier She was later rescued by Barbie and Ken who saw the incident from […]

Kingswear in Devon which sits on the opposite bank of the River Dart from Dartmouth was shrouded in a thick fog for some hours yesterday The fog did not reach Dartmouth or move upstream and was described as very unusual by the people of the village From a report in The Times Phyllis at the […]

I am sleeping with my half-sister Who is sleeping with her half-sister Who is sleeping with her half-brother Who is sleeping with me    

Dearest The hot air is beginning to be blown in from the continent Each time I look up into the high clouds I can see your reflection You cannot see me That is one of the mysteries of reflection Do you remember this day fifteen years ago when we were on a small fishing boat […]

On the hottest day of the year I thought of Maurice painting Rosalind on the hill above Wilton Wide Water He would be using Belgium Reds and Prussian Blues to catch just some of colours of her silken shawl During breaks in the day Rosalind would swim in the wide water and would return refreshed […]