I followed the footprints in the sand, some large, some small, some barefoot where toes and heels had dug in, and others shod leaving knobbly imprints. They all led in …
I watched with interest as the man selected a spray can, picked it up and began to empty its contents on the wall in short bursts. Even though I was …
The sound of deep sobbing startled me. I looked across at my wife, her shoulders heaving up and down; face buried in her hands. What on earth had brought this …
Have you ever been somewhere which has not lived up to your expectations? Perhaps you had learned of it as a kid and in your imagination, it had grown into …
Have you ever wanted to see someone suffer a misfortune? Not a serious one, but a slight one, just enough to cause a little embarrassment to the person involved and …
High up on a hill in Dorset sits the picturesque village of Ashmore. Dorset is known for its chalk hilltop settlements such as Hambledon Hill which date back thousands of …
I stared at the blank empty space with mounting disappointment. All that looked back at me from the concrete floor were a few greasy marks and oil drops, the only …
The faded scratched sign invited me onto a “bridge to the past.” What kind of past would I be stepping into and who’s past? Mine or someone else’s? Do I …
We drove into the car park next to Santa Monica pier and found a vacant spot to park. The air was warm, the sea was bright, and we were full …