A short story

For Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Island.




Our parents didn’t know, we daren’t tell them but doing foolish things is part of growing up, isn’t it?

A fast-flowing river ran past our village with a little island downstream, and often Verity and I would hold hands, leap into the water and battle with the current to swim to it. 

She made us a little flag which we planted in the middle thereby claiming it for ourselves, and on balmy summer afternoons we’d lay on our backs, hand in hand in a herbose clearing and hear nothing but the rushing water and birdsong. 


I didn’t want to do it that day, the river was a tumbling torrent but I allowed her to persuade me;  come on she said, the last thing she ever said.


Several years later I returned and the flag was still there, but my eyes were drawn to something in a tree fluttering in the breeze, and I realised it was a shirt, one of Verity’s shirts. 

I plucked it from the branch, pressed it to my face and it smelled sweetly of herbs, the herbs on which we used to lay; I’ve not been back again.





Thanks to GirlieOnTheEdge for hosting.




A wet one …

for Friday Fictioneers.




“Hire your paddleboard here folks!”


Why don’t you have a go Bob?

I’m not sure Sally.

Paddleboarding’s fun.

Yea, unless you fall off!

You won’t! 

Mmmm, not sure.

It’s like skateboarding but on water.

I’ve never skateboarded.

Then it’s like skiing. 

But I can’t ski.

Alright, imagine you’re on an escalator in the underground station.

I sometimes use those!

Well, there you go!

How do I use the paddle?

Oh, for goodness sake Bob! Pretend you are sweeping the floor with a broom!

Okay Sally, I’ll do it.



ImageNameHere“Come in number nine”.

“That’s not number nine”.

“Oh no … come in number six!”




Thanks to Rochelle for from-krista-strutzhosting and to Krista Strutz for the picture.

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Some snaps …

for Wordless Wednesday and others!



William-the-Conqueror-2-964d113Corfe Castle was built by William the Conqueror almost 1,000 years ago. Since then it’s seen its fair share of battles, mysteries and plots. It’s been a treasury, military garrison, royal residence and family home.

Generations of the Bankes family lived there until it was partially destroyed by an Act of Parliament in the 1700’s. Deep holes were packed with gunpowder to bring the towers and ramparts crashing down, resulting in the yawning gaps and crazy angles we see today!

The Bankes’ then built themselves a house, Kingston Lacy which is where I took you last week!


Click on pics to enlarge.

First, find somewhere to park!

And here we go!

It’s quite steep …

Yet more steps …

That’s a bit wonky …

We’ve made it to the top …


I wonder what’s through here …

That’s the village down there …

There goes a steam train …

Mind your heard …

And it’s time to go down again …




Now, where did I leave the car?




A wet one

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Yard, and the limit, 83 words.

For the uninitiated, Yard of Ale glasses have been around since the 1700’s and were originally used for handing beer up to stagecoach drivers, and also for making ceremonial toasts.

41ZIu+SbWcL._AC_Nowadays the Yard of Ale Contest is played in pubs all over England. You have to drink the entire yard, 2.5 pints in the quickest possible time. Due to the shape of the glass, the beer can’t escape the bottom of the bowl until the glass is tipped right up which can be fairly perilous!


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Welcome to the Yard of Ale Contest!   

First up, it’s George. 

Glug-glug-glug-glug … sigh!

Thirty-five seconds, congratulations!

Next, Fred.

Slop-slop-slop-slop … phew!

Twenty-nine seconds, great!

Now for Benedict.

Sip-sip-sip-sip … mmmm!

Three minutes, forty. How gentlemanly!

It’s your turn, Molly.

Whooooosh … yea!

Fourteen seconds, incredible!

Where’s Keith?

Me? Noooo!

You, yes!



Okay then, here goes.

Splish-splash-splish-splash-splosh … gasp! 

Sorry mate, you spilt more than you swallowed. Disqualified.


At least I tried. I got drenched, but I tell you what, it’s done wonders for my hair!




Back in 2017 I wrote about such a contest when a competitor managed to get his false teeth stuck in the yard glass! If you’re interested, it’s HERE!

A tiny tale

for Six Sentence Stories where the given word is Deal.




Mellissa sat on the grass bank, her journey brought to a sudden halt as she’d broken down once again.

‘It’s time I got a new one’ she said to herself.

‘This is fantastic value’ said the slick salesman ‘but if you  want something really special and feel like splashing out, this one’s state of the art’.

‘I really like it, how much?’ Melissa enquired.

‘Eleven’ he said, ‘nine’ she replied, ‘ten’ he said thrusting out his hand, ‘deal’ she agreed.

Carbon fibre bristles, an ebony handle, vertical takeoff, and zero to a hundred in three seconds, Melissa was the envy of her fellow witches.



Thanks to GirliOnTheEdge for hosting.



A short story …

for Friday Fictioneers




PinClipart.com_kirsche-clipart_5815007Apple trees hang heavy with ripe fruit. Shiny cherries dangle like musical notes as bulbous pears await the fruit picker’s hand.

Mighty combine harvesters travel back and forth. Their rotating blades level fields of swaying crops leaving in their path bales of hay like so many golden chess pieces.

Vintners harvest grapes from hillsides, and the time has come to gather brewer’s hops then dry them in pointed oast houses ready for next year’s ales.

Soon, Mother Nature will enjoy a well-earned rest as the rich soil nurtures dormant seeds, and hedgerows play host to hibernating creatures of the undergrowth.


hay-bales-sandra-cThanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Sandra Crook for the  photo.

During almost every journey I seem to be held up  by something similar this time of year!

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Say cheese!

for Wordless Wednesday on a Tuesday and others..

Two weeks ago you joined me at a stately home. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to show you the interior because no photography was allowed.

national-trust-logoRecently I visited another, and this time there was no such ban! The lighting was dim, and I wasn’t permitted to use flash, so they are not the best, but I thought I’d show a you few of the many rooms anyway!




Click pics to enlarge!

Now, where’s the door?


In we go! This is the library …

Drawing room …

Something room …

Dining room …

Music room …

Fancy a nap? Bedroom …

Hallway …

Can’t remember …

There’s the garden. Lets go outside!

Careful down the steps …

Woodland …

Japanese garden …

Formal garden …

Kitchen garden …

Looks like rain …

That’s it! I hope you enjoyed our visit.


Sixty eight words

for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt where the given word is Newspaper and the limit, 68 words.




My photo was on the front of a national newspaper the other day. 

Above it, the headline said Hero Risks Life in Knife Attack.

I’d been walking along when I saw two people arguing. I noticed one was clutching a blade. They started to fight. Someone had to step in and break it up. 

That’s me with the other onlookers straining my neck to get a better view.