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 […]
Author Archives: Ian
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 […]
Stolen moments
Holding aloft a large cheese and pickle sandwich, Carl concentrates on the job in hand. Alone in the kitchen and away from prying eyes, his taste buds come alive with […]
You rang M’Lord?
You rang M’Lord: The interview – The ward was quiet and most patients were in bed or watching TV in the lounge. After a very busy shift, Melanie and I […]
small tales 