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Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (9)

Day Six, Meetings  Jay At last, the rain had stopped. Danni and Kyl, the apprentices, helped me rig two sturdy shelters that would keep off rain and withstand the wind, which was moderate by Tarn standards. The Green Man stood beside a river, which provided our water, and the site was sheltered, in a valley … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (9)

Twelfth Night

Only a day late… but I hadn’t written it yesterday I was otherwise occupied on Twelfth Night. The Christmas tree’s been dragged outsidetrailing pine needles we’ll still findlong after all the toys are brokeand Santa socks are left behind.Its decorations packed awayalongside those old Santa hatsfor all to wear on Christmas Day.But I forgot to … Continue reading Twelfth Night

Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (8)

Day Five Jay We reached High Wenn later than we’d planned. The rain slowed us, and each day’s journey stretched longer to compensate. As we crossed the bridge by the Green Man, the heavens relented, and the rain held off long enough for us to stable the horses and make camp. Then the clouds tipped … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (8)

Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (7)

Day Two, Robin All night I listened for a footstep but heard only the cries of hunting animals. My chest was a void where trapped birds fluttered. I swung between one worry and another. Ira had been gone all night and was old. Jess had Jay’s knife and a malicious imagination. ~ Jess was quick … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (7)

Christmas Past

Remember this Christmas…? God rest ye merry gentlefolk (between those Christmas trips).Remember 2020 when we weren’t allowed to mixbut cowered behind our front doors with our turkey, pud and crispsand few tidings of comfort and joy.Keen to destroyevery germ that the virus might deploy.No need to buy more food lest unexpected guests appear.We didn’t need … Continue reading Christmas Past

Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (6)

Day Two, Jay After our first night out, we were up with the lark. Only, it wasn’t a lark, according to Mikki, when they came to rouse me. The bird singing its heart out from the roof of the Copper Kettle’s stables seemed too tiny for the glorious song that filled the stable yard. I … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (6)

‘Tis the season to be muddy

A seasonal (but not festive) rhyme Mud I love the carpeting of leaves that line the forest floor.I never mind that sudden chill when I walk out the door,birds carolling their early morning chorus. But for sure,I could do without the mud.I’d rather not have two-tone terriers, muddied underneath.The hairy one prefers to avoid dampening … Continue reading ‘Tis the season to be muddy

Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (5)

Setting Out, Again Robin School was closed for the morning, but I decided to go in anyway, to escape the muttering at home. I wore my new silver sunray earring and planned to walk directly to the market square after preparing for the afternoon lessons. It would calm me to keep busy. The door to … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (5)

Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (4)

The Party’s Over Robin Jay told me I should join in the dancing. “Don’t worry about other people. Nobody’s watching.” People who say that know damn well everyone’s watching them when they dance. Jay was an amazing dancer, stepping out confidently. Even when the steps were wrong. It was a delight and a torment to … Continue reading Jay and Robin, Five for Silver (4)

Storytelling Beyond the Page: Scam

The email (from a Sylvia Wilson, but names are easily changed online) offered to adapt my book, The Godmother, into a film (Yeah!). Having read of such scams, I realised at the time this was one, but yesterday was a busy day. This morning I googled “Sylvia Wilson scam” and came up with a post … Continue reading Storytelling Beyond the Page: Scam