The Station Inn

The cold clung; it infested his fingers and found its way into the heart of him. He pushed his spare … More

Another Christmas

It’s not like it was You think As you reach into the past And pluck out pieces Of Christmases gone … More

Deep in the South of England, high above the city of Winchester stands Christmas Hill. Here a few forgotten trees … More

Stand up high Above the pastoral scene Seemingly spared An industrial revolution Fool yourself Into thinking You are seeing the … More

Pink balloons Strung from streetlights At the roundabout Where Peppa Pig bedsheets Wrap themselves Around metal fences Along the … More

She went to buy a house, sight unseen. A silly thought, but she was seized by an impulse. Drawn to … More

A city on a river Where cows cuddle up On common land Close to old roads Filled with high end … More

The cold bit into her fingertips. She squeezed her hands into fists and pushed them deep into her coat pockets. … More

She looked up into the sky. In the barren brightness it seemed the rain could not be seen. Only the … More

Just because I’m lonely And you’re here And you’re kind I’ll imagine myself Cuddled up In your calm … More