Crossroads

“This is a rubbish idea, Dad,” Michelle moans. I hear ‘rubbish’ and ‘Dad’. As ever. I thought this setting for social media posts to promote my guitar lessons was a cool spoof. But this is not a crossing of red dirt tracks in Mississippi, where blues legends might be made. We are standing under a … Read more

Resurrection

It’s a lush mess of dark-green, splattered over mossy gravestones. I jump from my van, sighing to see the mighty yew tree uprooted and split by last night’s gale. A fallen giant. Its limbs are still groaning from its fall, and the giving up of its secret. The woman in an anorak standing by it … Read more

Stand and deliver!

When I hear this, my mind conjures up a black-cloaked figure on a huge glossy black horse, a masked face, a tricorn hat, and a bunch of lace at his throat. A crack and a flash from his pistol, fired only in warning, of course. The highwayman – a gentleman robber, a romantic icon. It’s … Read more