Author Archives: Ian
Asylum: Tuesday 14th October 1975
Preface: In 1975 I left home and went to train as a psychiatric nurse. This series of stories will tell of my experiences of working with the 1500 or so […]
A door ajar (2)
“Do you think we ought to go across and see if everything is OK?” asked Joan. “There are lights on upstairs and his car is on the drive.” Bill looked […]
Tumbleweed
Isobel’s storm
There’s a storm rising, I can see a new horizon, battle scars and broken shells, we all have a tale to tell…
Ride the greenway
Prometheus returns
Urban echoes
Free-falling
The first music and words post: Free-falling, come down to earth too soon, free, free-falling. I’m Free-falling, just free-falling, falling. Free, free-falling, I will be there soon., I hear you […]
Mother Teresa’s muffin et al…
I photographed the face of Jesus today… Actually it was a spider but once I took a closer look on the monitor the patterns on its back were a dead […]
small tales 