She washes, cleans and irons Makes my bed and cooks my tea She's a mother, wife and lover But she's so much more to me She's in the wind that blows my hair The ground beneath my feet She is the air that lets me breathe She makes me feel complete Of course I'll never … Continue reading The other half
If I was better at following directions I would not have lost my way so often But had I not lost my way I would have missed out on some of the most amazing things On the way I have found some hidden jems And discovered little known retreats I have stumbled across places known … Continue reading Finding my way
A whisper on some far off breeze Or long forgotten cry A memory in the midst of time An echo fleeting by I roam the earth in memories But rarely called to mind And live in the subconscious Of a world I left behind Without me you would never be know me, you never could … Continue reading Ancestry
Saying sorry isn't the hardest thing to do. Meaning it is!
On the morning of 12th March 1864 a 17 year old boy rescued a kitchen table from the side of a Sheffield street. The remarkable story of how it came to be there would eventually be debated by Queen Victoria herself. That 17 year old boy was my great great grandfather and I still have … Continue reading The forgotten flood