I sat beneath the boughs of a tree, once, and watched the crowds go by. Dressed warmly against the cold, bright coloured scarves, boots and shoes, and even sand- als displayed beneath shorts of a wry hard man, displaying his hairy legs and muscles against the hoar, raw frosts on the brown, bare, sleeping,… Continue reading Then, Now and Tomorrow
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2020 Slaughter
Timeless memories of days that mould our families, and friends come round for a coffee and a chat. While, the insistent echoes of government tell us what they want us to hear and what they wilfully want to do. And ——————————- so many hugless months have slowly palled and painted faces with sadness and tears… Continue reading 2020 Slaughter