The Walk Home

Another of my poems which was inspired by a late evening walk on a night when the moon became covered by … More

Beside the Weir

This poem was inspired by an evening walk along the banks of the River Stour. The river flows gently and … More

But Until Then……

He stands there high on the hillside, alone, with a valley of trees below. He has been there many, many … More

In a Dorset Holloway

  A world of mystery down below, A place of doom where all fear to go, Dark by night, eerie … More

Of two ridges, the devil and heaven, amazing views, and an old mill but no stream!

It was a cold but beautifully sunny and clear winter’s day when I set out on this wonderful walk! I … More

Shadowlands

Nine windows look towards the sun, But it can’t be seen from every one, Shadows of reality show, Where sits … More

Only the Girl in the Poster Seems to Dance

Now I love walking in the countryside far away from….hustle and bustle, the daily drudge, telephone and traffic, noise and … More

Of a once grand abbey, a once thriving village, glorious greenery, and a graveyard

I woke to a glorious sunny morning, eager to get out on the trail again.  I had already decided which … More

Of Walking with your Eyes Open

I read an interesting article recently comparing photography with painting/drawing.  The gist of it was that photographers see an eye-catching … More

Who Cares?

Faceless names upon the stone, No one knows, they are gone, Ashes to ashes, no-one there, Does anyone care? Loved … More