I’ve been posting in Thursday Doors for a while now. Some weeks the doors have been grand, entrances to cathedrals or palaces. Other weeks they’ve been more humble, just like my door this week. Yet a door, no matter the size or shape, represents possibility. None of us know what lies behind until we chooseContinue reading “Thursday Doors – Haven”
Tag Archives: ghosts
A Trip Through The Old Town, Hemel Hempstead
Today’s post is a weekend wander around Hemel Hempstead. There is a reason for this – last week, on my Thursday Doors post, roughseasinthemed asked if I could post some pictures of the Old Town area, as I had mentioned that improvements had recently been undertaken. Apparently their partner used to live here, and wasContinue reading “A Trip Through The Old Town, Hemel Hempstead”
#writephoto – Spiral
This morning I woke to the internet being down. Completely off. A recorded announcement from my supplier when I called them assured me an ‘engineer was working to fix the problem,’ which seemed fairly typical. I use the internet most days, obviously, doing research and reading blogs, catching up on posts I’ve missed and postingContinue reading “#writephoto – Spiral”
The Turning Of The Year
It’s Thursday, which usually means a door. But it’s also New Year’s Eve, and a chance to look back over the past year. 2015 has been an extraordinary year for me, both in life and in blogging. I published the first two books in my Ambeth series, visited Spain, Andorra, Canada and the US, welcomedContinue reading “The Turning Of The Year”
A Question Of Orbs
A few weeks ago, Hugh over at Hugh’s Views and News posted an image he had taken on the beach which featured a strange glowing orb. We ended up having a conversation in the comment section, as I had also blogged about a photograph in which I’d captured some unexplained phenomenon. I mentioned I hadContinue reading “A Question Of Orbs”
An Observation – Part 6 – Heart Shaped Garden
Miss Three and I were at the Heide Museum of Modern Art in Melbourne, spending the day there with my mother-in-law, her sister and two other friends. Madam had already charmed everyone at lunch in the cafe, pretending to take our ‘orders’ at the table, charging us all exorbitant prices: ‘Really? A hundred dollars forContinue reading “An Observation – Part 6 – Heart Shaped Garden”
Ghosts of My Grandfather
My grandfather died in his church. For many years he was vicar there, the ancient village surrounding it dating back to the Domesday Book (and possibly beyond). It was the kind of place that had a castle once, but ‘Simon De Montfort and his crew tore it down.’ Where the old manor house had fallenContinue reading “Ghosts of My Grandfather”
Helen Glynn Jones 