Yesterday, the time had finally come for the final stage of our adventure. Our Walking the Wall for Daina challenge was almost complete. We wanted to complete it before the kids return to school in September, and also before my younger son turns eight on Sunday! A long way to get started The main difficulty... Continue Reading →
Swift as an arrow
Swift as an arrow to the heart marking the start of a new adventure, cleft like a tree trunkdeft as a dartof pleasure, pain or censure. Soft as the rain at eventide,mists of the midnight massesgathering under the church to hideas the congregation passes.Feathered and framed in a picture booksky from the realms of storyread in some... Continue Reading →
WTWFD Stage 12: Carlisle to Burgh by Sands
With only two stages remaining in our Walking the Wall for Daina challenge, it was high time to board a train and head for Carlisle to continue the walk. Yesterday saw me return to my native town, which is also where Daina lived, and where many of my family members are based, so this walk... Continue Reading →
The Child Within
The heat was sweltering at noon:the Minster Bells' cascading tunecould not relieve me, seeking shadewithin a willow-hidden glade.A boat trip down the peaceful Ousewith cooling breezes, soothing viewsserved soon to calm my sun-stroked mind,such peace as weary travellers find. Later, I walk familiar wallsas summer rain, all fragrant, fallsto I find I am a child... Continue Reading →
Rhythm of the River
A poem inspired by my last Hadrian's Wall walk, and the scenery and rock art of Cumbria.
WTWFD Stage 11: Walton to Carlisle
After several weeks' break from the trail, my sons and I were keen to continue our Walking the Wall for Daina challenge yesterday. We set off early, driving the peaceful Sunday morning roads to our previous end-point of Walton, Cumbria. Long road ahead The day's destination was to be my native town of Carlisle, some... Continue Reading →
If I could write the music of the spheres
A tribute to the wonderful Brian Wilson.
I wrote this with ChatGPT…
A satirical examination of AI poetry.
Walking Whitley Bay Blues
A talking blues in homage to Bob Dylan on his 84th birthday. Inspired by the English seaside town of Whitley Bay.
WTWFD Stage 10: Gilsland to Walton
Although yesterday started off cloudy, the forecast was for clear skies over Cumbria, so we set off early in order to continue our Walking the Wall for Daina challenge. We have moved beyond the bounds of public transport. Luckily, the roads were fairly quiet, and there is ample free parking in the village of Gilsland.... Continue Reading →