A new question in the New Forest

The tree stands on its own, branches high and wide, with a broad twisted trunk slightly leaning to the side.   The tree has no friends around, no such nature of its type, only a few weeds litter the marshy ground, for it is far from ripe.   So how did the tree find itself… Continue reading A new question in the New Forest

A good hypocrite but a bad poet

"Beach body ready in 6 weeks!"    Scream the adverts attacking my eyes, with the image of a rippling torso displaying the ideal guy and for the girls? A flat stomach to compliment the abs displayed to the left and lets not forget the ladies' perfect chest. Why is one frame suitable for sand and sun?… Continue reading A good hypocrite but a bad poet

Summer lovin’? hatin’?

I have a very complicated relationship with summer. I love summer in many ways. However cliche it may sound, I love the sound of lawnmowers and the smell of freshly cut grass, I love the satisfaction of a cold drink  on a hot day, I love the feeling of warm sand between your toes, I… Continue reading Summer lovin’? hatin’?

An amateurs poetry, take two

Marshmallow No calories, that’s me, Let your will power go free! Enjoy one or two, What harm could it do? That’s right, take your pick— Oh dear, oh no! Stop- it’s all a trick! Why...didn’t you know?   There’s sugar in me, and sugar is bad You’re even fatter now, doesn’t that make you sad?… Continue reading An amateurs poetry, take two

Welcome to my worries

There are two things that have been preoccupying my mind lately but neither of them are particularly easy to write about, as in neither of them really seem to go anywhere or are of enough substance to devote an entire blog post too. I often find my self questioning why I am the way I… Continue reading Welcome to my worries