Storm to the Rescue
Storm could feel the psychic pull: but Issy had been sent to Diamond. In Issy’s case the force had allowed no leeway. Yet Storm understood that those who paid the Force had a choice as to which destination they when…
The Vicarage on the Moor
As the winter winds bit deep, the people of Haworth barred their doors. Up at the vicarage Tabitha jammed anything suitable into any cracks as she attempted to deny the wind entry. Then she banked the fire in the study.…
Recalling the Past
There are many things that I miss child. It still hurts to recall how things were before we were driven underground. No one saw it coming, but we should have. The weather just got hotter and hotter. Most of us…
Walking the Walk
You can walk down many streets in any town and see redundant sports facilities. For there is only one game played now. A game of life and death for four players. If you come first you gain another full year…
Travelling Full Circle
All along the Fylde coast a row of windmills were rising to deal with the disaster. In past years governments had over ridden the wishes of the local people. Whilst those that they could not bend to their will, they…
The Revenge of the Path
Abbot Ambrose wondered whether he had made the right choice, certainly the bill for washing the monks habits was much reduced. The new path to the bathing pool had lifted the monks above the marshy path. But at what cost?…
Freyja Will Deliver the Torch.
It was an honor to carry the torch to the games. Freyja was proud to be selected. The first seed heads had been found in Mongolia by an itinerant herder called Yul. They had appeared after a meteorite storm, Yul…
Vagabonds at Large.
Photo supplied by Enisa. Sometime back now, a group of vagabonds decided to spend time in our territory. They picked the wrong place to settle down. The Vale of Elmet appears such a beautiful place with its crystal clear streams…
The Diarist
I believe that it was Carl Jung who said “man needs difficulties; they are necessary for health”. Well that’s the way this day started, as a wet flannel was threatened. Once I was up, mother supplied me with a steaming…
A Lancashire Tale
A wedding party had drifted over the Nick O Pendle. Since then the only sound heard on the hill had come from a pair of dotterels. But the hill was listening, it listened for those who had once climbed its…