I’m writing this blog post from my mum and dad’s house in Leicester, sitting at the dining room table because it is the only place I can sit and not be smothered by their rather over-enthusiastic border collie Taz who…
Sunday Poem – Josephine Dickinson
Afternoon all – today I’m writing this blog from the Animal Concern West Cumbria branch which is also my twin sister’s house. She is the Site Manager for the Egremont branch of Animal Concern. She lives on site in a…
Sunday Poem – David Borrott
Firstly, apologies that this week’s Sunday Poem is late, but it will be worth it! I’ve had a busy week but my ‘days off’ (my writing days) have been full of driving and poetry and more driving. As well as…
Sunday Poem – Gordon Hodgeon
The weather cannot make up its mind today. I spent most of my morning standing on Walney Island as a marshal for the Walney Fun Run with the wind blowing (although maybe not as hard as it could have done)…
Sunday Poem – Jayne Stanton
I’ve been in London this weekend, once again launching my book into the world. I was a bit grumpy about having to spend most of Friday on the train because the weather was so beautiful in Barrow – very sunny…
Late Sunday Poem – Jane Clarke
I know this is not even close to Sunday any more but this was the closest I could get. I’ve had a really busy weekend which wasn’t helped by the fact I got lost leaving Lancaster last night after reading…
Sunday Poem – Basil du Toit
I am determined to start, and post the Sunday Poem up this week while there is still daylight left, and so stave off any terrible mishaps. I have had a real roller coaster of a week with amazing highs and…
Sunday Poem – David Tait
I never know how to start these blog posts, not because I don’t know what to say, but I often don’t know where to begin. Should I start with what is freshest in my mind, which is what’s happened today,…
Sunday Poem – Elaine Feinstein
It feels like longer than a week since I last wrote to you all – it hasn’t been, or only by one day, but last week’s post was a bit hurried because I was supposed to be packing to go…
Sunday Poem – Goran Čolakhodžić
Evening all. I’m writing this at my desk which I still haven’t polished and waxed, although all the tins and cloths are lined up along the windowsill. Outside the one lonely tree which survived our kill-everything-in-the-overgrown-garden-and-start-again blitz when we moved…