The river runs true through wild upland scenery. A harsh winter beauty in this sleeping woodland glade. Colour’s subdued like
I get myself stressed over not having enough time to visit the places that give inspiration to write. Hills, beaches
We’ve all experienced it, that song. The one you hear on your way to work on a morning or relaxing
The evening staggers irreversibly forward, inspiration falters.
‘Wonderful view eh,’ said the old man who had appeared behind me. He must have walked up quietly as I
Tumbling cliffs falling to the sea from high above. The whole area covered in ancient verdant woodland. Tonight we camp
I walk into the room a little gingerly, my Beth is the only person I know. There are so many
Ironwork resolutely embellishes the vacillating cityscape