Shifting thoughts and word counts
Here I am, writing my way out of a grey place I’ve been caught in since December. Since Renae’s short illness and sudden, terminal departure from my life. It’s two months now that I...
Here I am, writing my way out of a grey place I’ve been caught in since December. Since Renae’s short illness and sudden, terminal departure from my life. It’s two months now that I...
Albert Claude is way off in the distance, a dark grey blur against the frosted brightness of the winter field. I’m useless at judging distance but at a guess, he’s probably a hundred or...
It’s 8.30am and I’m staring at a small, white plastic pot on the kitchen counter. In it are 120 food supplements. One hundred and twenty days worth. Four months. It’ll be spring by the...
After a sudden, short and devastating illness, Renae died on Christmas Eve. Sadness consumes Michel and I as we struggle to accept our incomprehnesible loss. But accept we must and for the sake of...
It was minus six degrees this morning as Albert Claude and I went up the lane and round the pond in time to see the Winter Solstice sun rise. Cold, beautiful and quiet. A...
“Love life. Engage in it. Give it all you’ve got. Love it with a passion because life truly does give back, many times over, what you put into it.” Maya Angelou If ever there...
When I adopted Susie-Belle 10 years ago I never imagined I’d ever be doing what I am now. Running a charity in her memory. A charity which is entirely reliant on volunteers and the...
ent the first weeks of his life in Eric Hale’s industrial scale dog breeding operation in Northern Ireland.
There’s a bustle about Cerise this morning. She bounced off the bed at 7.30 a.m. as I was still sipping my coffee. She came around and sat herself on the cream sheepskin rug at...
A tiny dog sits in the palm of a gorilla. Neither animal seems to notice the other. It’s the same with the bear when another tiny dog stands beside its large right paw. Both...