Dear Diary

Today’s Daily Prompt has me somewhat stumped. We may have to state some assumptions. Daily Prompt: Seven Days You wake up tomorrow morning to find all your plans have been cancelled for the next seven days and $10,000 on your dresser. Tell us about your week. Assumptions The money left is in usable currency – i.e. …

The ticking crocodile

Daily Prompt: All Grown Up When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)? Do we ever really grow up? I think that most of us are a little like Peter Pan at heart; our grown-up-ness is just a front. Who of us does not throw an occasional snowball, or splash …

Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction. Bonus Post

I enjoyed yesterday’s challenge post. While I was working out what I wanted to do I came across some more photographs that I think I might enjoy revisiting, so here is a bonus post that continues my theme of strangers and friends. Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction For this challenge, we want to …

Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction. Shine A Light

Weekly Writing Challenge: Truth Is Stranger Than Fiction For this challenge, we want to see a photo of someone looking truly happy. Not “I’m-smiling-for-this-photo” happy, but really, deeply, twinkle-in-the-eyes happy. When we’re smiling a genuine smile, our whole faces get involved — our whole bodies, for that matter. There’s a light in our eyes. We look relaxed; there’s …

To travel hopefully slowly is a better thing than to arrive

With apologies to Robert Louis Stevenson. Daily Prompt: No, Thanks Is there a place in the world you never want to visit? Where, and why not? There was a time when I believed that travel was not for me. I had no wanderlust and really could not understand why, with all that Great Britain has to offer, …

The Long Days Out

Daily Prompt: Places Beach, mountain, forest, or somewhere else entirely? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rJhq46ZpVbM For me, any or all of those will suffice; so long as they are wild and empty spaces. Not for me the burning sun, oiled bodies, chilled beer and sun loungers.  Cliff’s beach party would send me scurrying inland to the mountains. As it happens, …