Words for me are more than a vehicle of communication. Words make you an explorer of emotion, a trawler of knowledge, a joker, a sage, a complete work.

Words have power beyond marks on a page.
“That look spoke volumes.”
“A picture speaks a thousand words.”

But words are things, and a small drop of ink,

Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces

That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.”

– George Gordon, Lord Byron

Over the decades I have written verse when it was impossible to express my emotions. For me it is a completely therapeutic mode.


I enjoy creative writing, and non-fiction. I have kept journals over the years, and tried my hand at short stories.


Playing with language can be a great pastime; exploring sounds and meanings, and teasing out what’s behind the commonplace.

Canal Cruising Moods

It may seem perverse, but one of the best things about canal holidays is the ability to moor up, step off the narrowboat, and explore. There are market towns and villages for picking up essential supplies and local delicacies, water-based leisure activities, towpath cycling, and heritage sites to visit. Getting active Getting in supplies Getting…

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Canal Cruising continued

Beyond the architecture Canals aren’t all about the architecture, and the mechanics of travelling through rocky terrain, centres of industry, and up and down hills.Canals are steeped in the landscape, giving glimpses of an abundance of wildlife and the glories of nature not possible elsewhere. Flora: usual suspects – and surprises Fauna: in fields and…

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A Cut Above … canal cruising in South Wales

Eighteen months after our previous holiday, we travelled beyond ‘local’. Eighteen months ago, we stepped off narrowboat “The Owl” after cruising the Llangollen and Shropshire canals. Eighteen months on, we took control of narrowboat “Country Lass” on the Brecon and Montgomery canal. It was so good to be back. On the water. On holiday. Different…

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Hail Spring!

What a day this has been; the weather we’ve seen.Clear sky, sun’s heat; hail, snow, then sleet. I waited for the sun to return before venturing forth, camera in hand. The size of the hailstones needed recording. It was a lovely sight, but so cold and very wet underfoot. It may look like a blanket…

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