By Lillian Bradbury “You wouldn’t believe some of the things going on here. Quaint, sleepy Pickering… Don’t you believe it! Past and present, there’s more to this area than roaming the moors, visiting castle ruins and dodging film crews in…
By Lillian Bradbury Dad sat bolt upright in bed as if he had been shot. He fled to the window, and through the half-light, he saw Mother with a bundle in her arms about to drop it into the water…
By Lillian Bradbury Hundreds of two-legged creatures walking in a continuous line and trudging across fields in various states of dress. Some wearing long flowing gowns with flowers in their hair. Some wearing crisp white shirts beneath dinner jackets, a…
By Lillian Bradbury He eyed me with suspicion, sucked in his cheeks, lips clamped tight. I only had one case, which he pulled out of the boot, slamming the door shut with such force the rooks took flight. Bennett glared…
By Lillian Bradbury The Coach Holiday Disaster ‘Well she’s not our age. Do you know her?’‘Nope, never seen ‘er ‘afore.’‘By, look at them ills.’‘Aye. Ow do you suppose they built them dry stone walls right up there?’‘Well graft lad. Ard…
Where Hope and Dreams Abide How do you choose a bookwhere your hopes and dreams abideDo you pass along rows… using your hand as a guideOr glance at their covers which attract and delightPerhaps at the airport…one for the flight…
The white strip of card read: Rowena Draper Librarian. It might as well have finished with an RIP. Instead, the customary redundancy package was now sitting in my bank waiting for my unemployed state. Or maybe; a reckless alcohol infused…
A gentle hint of wood smoke, a symphony of soundLeaves lay brown and withered, a carpet on the ground.A powerful time of year for opportunity and growthReflecting and connecting Peace and balance…both. Strip and prune away what no longer serves…
I visited the high street today; I’ve lately been out of touch.Must be six months I was last here. I don’t get out much.It was strangely quiet, had I missed something?A bank holiday; another pandemic; was a storm coming?An ill…
These days, I get the sweet smell of success, by just waking up!Hooray, I made it through.Yesterday, I finished my bookThe smell of success, right on cue. Again today in the shower I climbed, over the bath bubbled lined,That amazing…