My wander this week is to Venice, Italy. I’ve written a little bit about Venice before, but this time I wanted to focus specifically on the famous Bridge of Sighs, so called because it was the bridge over which prisoners were taken before being executed or exiled from Venice. It is said their sorrow wasContinue reading “Wednesday Wander – Bridge of Sighs, Venice”
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Thursday Doors – Along the Canal
I had a different door in mind for today’s post, but, on a walk with a friend past the nearby canal boat mooring, found the combination of tiny doors, sunshine and colourful boats too hard to resist. I live near to the Grand Union Canal, which links London with Birmingham. The longest canal in theContinue reading “Thursday Doors – Along the Canal”
Wednesday Wander – Venice, Italy
I recently wrote a piece of flash fiction for one of Sacha Black’s Writespirations, and it seemed to take place in Venice. This took me back to a visit I made there many years ago, and so I thought I’d make Venice this week’s Wednesday Wander destination. I could write loads about Venice. But IContinue reading “Wednesday Wander – Venice, Italy”
Sacha’s Writespiration – Time Won’t Wait
I’ve been doing a few writing prompts recently. This is for a couple of reasons – first, because they challenge me to stretch my writing brain. I’ve been writing about Ambeth for a long time and it’s nice to visit other worlds once in a while (although I’ll always love Ambeth). Second, because I’ve beenContinue reading “Sacha’s Writespiration – Time Won’t Wait”
Wednesday Wander – Watery Ways
This week’s Wednesday Wander was inspired by an image I used in Monday’s post, of the Sydney ferries at Circular Quay. I lived in Sydney for a couple of years and would often take the commuter ferries across the Harbour, paying a few dollars to bob past some of the most famous landmarks in theContinue reading “Wednesday Wander – Watery Ways”
Feeling Light
I love the way the light falls at this time of year. There is a golden richness to it, one that invites you to sit outside for a while with hot tea or cold cider, savouring the last sweetness of summer before the long dark of winter sets in. It feels melancholy to me asContinue reading “Feeling Light”
Helen Glynn Jones 