Thursday, 13 September 2012


13 th day of the month all is well. The sky is blue and endless a cold wind chills the skin but not the bones the sun rays warm the heart. A sparrow dives and rises. A horn blasts, push bikes race along ken hight street, a red bus a broken dream a new day is all it seems yours to take and make of it what you wish ... Dream big.

Monday, 10 September 2012

20 ... Years of bliss

Was my our 20 th wedding date ... We took to the road and found ourself's 300 miles north overlooking lake windermere. We got up with the sun took coffee on a jetty watching the boats ducks and swans enjoying the morning sun. We took the car over the kirkstone pass stopping at the kirkstone inn. And heading up the hill to the trig point. The clouds came down we could see barley three feet in front we were the only people climbing! And that made it all the more a grand adventure ... The wind lifted the clouds fell and we moved forward and upwards and in the movement we became one with the all as everything merged into oneness and became so small it was us. At the top a few sheep glanced our way we turned and headed down at the car park the sun had broken through! We drove into Bowness we had tappers and wine. The sun blazed down and life was a true joy to be living!

Friday, 7 September 2012


On the pic line from heathrow to London. Busy but not mental. Just smelly Bad B.O. Dirty skin dirty rags. Never understand that people wear dirty clothes and don't bath ... You feel better when you do shower, put on fresh smelling clothes...

Thursday, 6 September 2012


The day swam away with me. The plans fell as I went with the wind and my guts in all I did. Freeing myself from the chains of this modern world. Knowing in the second I live, outside of it is past or death. A simple key to a better day is being thankful for your lot no matter what it is.


Life this dream. Will give you all you ask for.

Monday, 3 September 2012


You awake and feel what you feel is it you or is it fear of something you have to do? The day ahead is in your hands make of it what you can ...


Has been some time since I have written ... not my fault yet only my fault ... I was walking along minding my own self enjoying earth the greens and the blues ... (red was the first colour to be named.) My stride had a bounce to it I was happy excited bees buzzed passed the world was as it should be for all all the time a joy to be walking on and living ... then like hailstone on a summers day ... change ... it only takes a second ... everything that was becomes something else the greens blue the reds yellow your truths lies BANG I died ...