Villafruela is a small village approached from the south to a crossroads. No signs. No signals. No sign of life. High up on moorland, not a bar on my phone to be had. An old lady heading towards me taking her morning constitutional, quietly minding her own business to the song of the birds, was… Continue reading Crossing Spain – wandering in the land of the bull
My standard Saturday afternoon these days is one of nervous tension as I monitor the live update scores, or lack of, of my favourite football team. Whatever I’m doing I have to check a screen on a regular basis between 3 and 5 pm. However, last Saturday was a break from routine. Mrs. Monkey and… Continue reading Some sort of character…
I’ve recently been trying to maintain a habit of writing every day. Whether it be free writing, poetry, my journal (though I don’t keep that every day ) my travel book - yep, I’m working on one of those too, and less often at the moment, this blog. With the writing comes lots of reading… Continue reading Political with a small ‘p’
It’s that time of year when family and friends begin preparations for the looming annual tradition. Those two or three days of celebration by decorating a tree, dwarf or simulation, in glorious colour, or tat, depending upon your point of view, to signify that “phew, we made it another year” . And whether or not… Continue reading The pen is mightier than the….laptop?
As my advancing years brings ever greater experience in all things mightily important I am very proud of my trigger finger when it comes to the “Off” button. I was recently listening to a radio play, a detective story, and to be frank, I wasn’t really paying that much attention. Until I heard … “… Continue reading This is an honest blog, Gov.
Renewed and invigorated, spurred on by significant dates, driven to use today as a watershed. Resolved. Hungover. Last year saw just 19 new posts – that’s not really trying, is it ?! Yet, approximately 15,000 hits. We just like the old stuff, huh ? So, new year, new resolutions, trusty hangover cure. Last year’s earnings… Continue reading And we’re off ………….
It was a bright cold Spring afternoon and I had to get some practice done. I should’a been working but my fingers were going soft and that’s not a good place to be, if you know what I mean. I’d swung through “Danny Boy” fifteen times when my concentration was busted by my door bell… Continue reading Kempsford Confidential….
Some people don't do the Awards Thing - but that's okay, each to his/her own. As for me I think that if someone says they like my blog, what I write, what I have to say, shoot,paint,play, then I'm appreciative and grateful, like a tinkling applause down the pub on Open Mic night. (Not that… Continue reading Awards and The Tinkling of Applause………..
I've been blogging for a while now. The Archive list will soon need editing. This space, the home of the SingleMaltMonkey, has become something of a potpourri. A place for rants and raves, political comment, a little humour once in a while, and a launch pad for a few creative ideas and finished projects. And,… Continue reading Introducing….. Cap Fenn ………….
I start to write - to rationalise some thought process – there is nothing and there is everything – words and thoughts swim, no, float, aimlessly until plucked like a fairground duck with a hook - so much background noise – so many routes to here – I am a mass of what I was,… Continue reading Which duck will I hook ?