In spite of the rain, the tulips are still flourishing in my small Lewes garden. The star of the show this year are the Flaming Parrots – there’s nothing shy about these wonderfully exuberant plants. I can almost here them…
I was in Blackheath, South East London on Wednesday as part of my trip up to nearby Greenwich for a reading of my novel. It became a much postponed family visit to find the houses where my mother, now in…
It was a full house at the very welcoming Greenwich gallery, Made In Greenwich yesterday when I and three of my Ward Wood Publishing colleagues gave our first collective reading together. Like a band on the road, the four of…
It’s today, folks. I’m reading from my novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love and my fellow Ward Wood Publishing writers are reading from their work too. Come along and lend us your support – come and say hello too. For…
Frostbite, 1932, by Stanley Spencer You can love them just as graphic design but Stanley Spencer’s paintings are also disturbing, uplifting and moving. Last weekend I went to the Pallant Gallery in the West Sussex city of Chichester to see…
I went back to my secret wood yesterday knowing that it was time for the ground to be covered in a unique mass of misty blue. Time for English Bluebells – one of the wonders of English woodlands. It might…
Do you know this feeling? Me too. This weekend, though, I’ve found that clear black space in the middle and it feels great. Nothing like a Friday spent clearing my desk and my mind. Highly recommended – enjoy your weekend.…
I’m getting ready for next Wednesday when I’m off to Greenwich for a reading from my novel, Stephen Dearsley’s Summer Of Love with some of my fellow Ward Wood Publishing writers, Peter Phillips, Sue Guiney, Joe Stein and Adele Ward…
Camille Saint-Saëns (1835 – 1921) “He knows everything, but lacks inexperience” (Il sait tout, mais il manque d’inexpérience) said Hector Berlioz in one of his wittiest musical put-downs when talking about the brilliant young French composer Camille Saint-Saëns who, with Mendelssohn,…
I returned to my old stalking ground over the Easter weekend. I was visiting the woods that I walked in every day when i lived in a country cottage just across the road from it. It was wonderful to spend…