Fishing, for what?

The warm grip of the Spanish heat loosens with each whistle of the wind, releasing me from its luxurious caress momentarily – bringing me back to my surroundings as though a valium induced haze had lifted. I push back onto my arms, let my hair tickle my back and kick out my legs. The fishermen … More Fishing, for what?

Our Grandad

Grandad was an ordinary man, with a touch of the extraordinary. You only needed to look beyond his trademark beard, into those sparkling blue eyes to experience his magic. The hardest thing about writing this was the word limit, a testament to a full life – a free spirit, led by the heart and contented … More Our Grandad