I bet you thought this post might be some sort of reflection on success and how it can change you, how sometimes we seek mediocrity because we aren’t brave enough to shine our light on the world or something like that 🙂 But it’s not. It actually is about flying. Because I really don’t likeContinue reading “Fear of Flying”
Monthly Archives: November 2015
Return To The World
It’s been nearly a week since I returned from holiday, and it seems to be taking a while for me to return to regular life. I still wake most nights wondering where I am, the familiar lines of my wardrobe and dresser taking several moments to register, as though I’ve been travelling far in myContinue reading “Return To The World”
For Paris
I first visited Paris when I was seventeen, my friend and I getting lost in the ancient streets, sitting in parks and watching people go by, caught up in the magic of the city. It felt strangely familiar to me; I suppose the fact I spoke French quite well helped. I have been back severalContinue reading “For Paris”
Indie Book Review: No Quarter by Helen Jones
Originally posted on Kate M. Colby:
No Quarter (The Ambeth Chronicles #2) by Helen Jones My rating: 4 of 5 stars Disclaimer: I received a free electronic copy of this novel in exchange for an honest review. No Quarter (The Ambeth Chronicles #2) by Helen Jones is the sequel to Oak and Mist (The Ambeth Chronicles #1), which I reviewed in…
Of Doors and Getting Back Into Things
I’ve just come back from holidays. Oh, very nice, you might say – and you’d be right 🙂 At the same time, it was a busy couple of weeks. No sitting around on beaches – instead we had a planes-trains-and-automobiles type trip starting in Vancouver, Canada and ending in Cambria, California, taking in the sightsContinue reading “Of Doors and Getting Back Into Things”
Wordless Wednesday – By The Canal
Beach Treasure
I found this on the beach last year. To me it looks like a porcelain dog’s head, weathered by its time in the sea but still holding a vestige of what it once was. And it is porcelain, not just some strangely weathered stone – traces of shining crackled glaze run under its ‘chin’ andContinue reading “Beach Treasure”
Wordless Wednesday – When Nature Takes Over
Margaret Atwood and The Man On The Bus
He had been handsome once, but now his hair was greying and unkempt, his face reddened by the elements or drink or some combination of the two. Still there was a twinkle, a lively curiosity in the dark eyes. ‘Hello, little one.’ His voice was roughened, gravelly, but his smile was wide as he watchedContinue reading “Margaret Atwood and The Man On The Bus”
Helen Glynn Jones 