I’m writing today’s blog post from my back garden in blazing sunshine. I keep thinking longingly of my hammock but I don’t think I’ll be getting it out of the shed. The problem with a hammock is that it’s impossible…
Sunday Poem – James Caruth
Evening all. I’ve dragged myself away from editing my collection with great difficulty tonight to write this post – which is strange because I had to really force myself to start editing. I think I was worried because I knew…
