Share your world: musings

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What is your favourite time of day?
I love to walk through the meadow on a bright early morning because I feel it is such a special and magical time to experience nature. The delicate intoxication of wild honeysuckle rambling through a hedgerow, a skylark diving or the delicate autumnal jewels dangling on hogweed cobwebs enrich my world.
Sunsets are special too. As the rippling silken sky succumbs to darkness my musings begin.


How do you spend a rainy day?
Rainy days still have their fascination. Out come the wellies and waterproofs and off we go to watch the inky clouds rumble, clash and spit spreading like the inkblot I love to analyse and use as a prompt to a poem or a character in a story. Later after hot tea and toast I seek solace in an old secondhand paperback.
When writing by hand do you prefer to use a pen or pencil?
I like to use a good roller ball pen or drawing pen because the writing flows effortlessly.
Bonus question. What are you grateful for from last week and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?
I am eternally grateful for my dog walker who has walked my dogs when my back was very sore. This week I am looking forward to feeling better and enjoying this extraordinary mild sunny autumn.”


Nature’s refuge

nature's refuge church

Crumbling stones

Gently moan.

Creeping foliage,

Home to mice,

Owls and bones.


Seeking solace,

Listen to

Nature’s songs.

Even on a winter’s afternoon, Ayot St. Lawrence’s ruined church is still romantic and beautiful. Tiny snowdrops surround the ancient graves like frozen tears. After our walk, we sat in the car drinking tea from a flask and eating home-made cake, whilst I scribbled away in my notebook. ¬† Hertfordshire has so many delightful and atmospheric ¬†villages to explore.

Rhapsody in ruby pink


A rose,
Elegant as
Oriental silk,
A Rhapsody in Ruby
Connotes a
Sultry summer evening.

On the parterre,
A diva dances
To a phantasmagorical
Duet, divinely
Embracing each
Others melodies.

A tingling of enrapturing
Ruby pink pollen,
Like dew drops
Drenching the soul,
The diva’s dulcet
Tones seek solace.

A whirlwind of petals
Scatter love letters,
Breathless, the deva
Draws a petal.
Enraptured by
Ambrosial perfume,
She leaves
The soiree
To seek her beau.