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Something to lean on
Adventure can knock on your door at any time.A quiet Saturday stretching out ahead of me, dark clouds and the promise of a deluge, about which Moses himself would have been happy to narrate.I make a snap decision, make a brief comedy final Will on Facebook and head out…
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Faith
At times we all need faith. Faith that when you open your eyes, the World will more or less resemble the one you closed them on. Faith that those that loved you yesterday will love you today.Faith that gravity and various other accepted rules will carry on behaving themselves…
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The Oracle
Back in the early 2000’s or “Naughties” as we used to say, I was resident in ‘that London’ and enjoying a delicious period of not working. This will come as no surprise to those that know me. I’d quit my lucrative but dull job working for Philips electronics and…
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The Treble Express
From my days owning a custom motorcycle sidecar shop. A custom built motorcycle and sidecar to give a young disabled motorcycle fan, the closest possible experience to riding a motorcycle, with his Dad in the riding seat. It’s a familiar story, your Dad had a bike or maybe your…
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Lunch in Scotland
One thing I’ve never been big on, is the universally accepted truth about, well, pretty much anything. I’ve seen way too much to sign up for that nonsense. The universally accepted truth about supermotards is that you can’t ride one for more than a few hours each day and…
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Ancestral Poetry
If you’ve read my post titled The American (and other notorious ancestors) you’ll know a little of my ancestor, Robert Young the Dorset poet. Robert published his many poems under the name “Rabin Hill” and he wrote in the Dorset Dialect. Robert lived from 1811 to 1908 in Sturminster…
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The American (and other notorious ancestors)
My family hail from the Dorset countryside in England. My father was known as John but his name was really Walter. He was named after my grandfather, who was known as Jack, but his name was actually John. After that it’s get’s even more confusing. “Jack” was a pet…
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Not Marriage Material
Submitted for an anthology of non-fiction pieces and poetry to be published by Sue Bavey in February 2025
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20,819 Sunsets
Quite the extraordinary day. Missing out the preamble about my (i’m going to say “walk”, but it was more like “Herculean feat”) walk, and to be fair, most of the actual amble, I’m moving on to the moment of maximum thrills because I realise that most of you are…
Who is Jack Treasure?
Who is Jack Treasure?