I wrote this for my son about 10 years ago. Crocus 1 I threw you high and laughed at your delight, and higher still, till fear, sleek in it’s disguise, stole time in handfuls and we stopped. Or I did. Heading for home our Spitfires, all pencil ‘tash and lady killers, flew raids into head-on… Continue reading Crocus
Forgive me Father for I have sinned, it has been nearly two weeks since my last entry. But I have been busy. I’m fronting up the advertising for the Kempsford Literary Festival. I’ve got my articles into local rags and stuff, posters are printed for starters and there are leaflets to get out. I’m designing… Continue reading Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.