Having moved last month, we're now largely settled in. There's a bit of tinkering to do and I'm still putting up pictures, a couple of every day or so, as I don't consider a place home until I do. So I was caught out when, after a weekend away, we drove past our old place... Continue Reading →

The first man walked on the moon 50 years ago this July when I was but 12 years old. I was absolutely fired up about the subject having read the wonderful Time-Life series of hardback magazines on the US space programme. We didn't have much in the way of TV (we were living in West... Continue Reading →

Growing up, my maternal grandparents were enormously superstitious people. My grandmother refused to live anywhere decorated in green and my grandfather was positively addicted to reading his horoscope. But there were a huge number of superstitions I was to learn only on moving to England in my late teens - lucky charms, black cats, walking... Continue Reading →

The Insecure Writers Support Group is a marvellous group set up by Alex Cavanagh. On the first Wednesday of every month, members post thoughts, fears or words of encouragement for fellow writers. The link above takes you to details about the group and how to join. You'll also find a list of bloggers signed up... Continue Reading →