The last Earl of Tharnham Towers
I climb my tower as the shadows stretch their hungry limbs across the moor. The breeze tastes sour with impending doom and I stretch across the bulwark to watch as […]
I climb my tower as the shadows stretch their hungry limbs across the moor. The breeze tastes sour with impending doom and I stretch across the bulwark to watch as […]
On Sunday night September came walking dressed in night with rubber wellies on her aching feet, she strode through streets to shake the leaves from boughs and check if yet […]
Running in the slow lane
The view from here ... Or here!
“Life is like riding a bicycle. To keep your balance, you must keep moving.” — Albert Einstein
chronicling my quarter life crisis
Now we see through a glass, darkly
rejuvenatement - not retirement
words and scribble.
The Quantumverse
Verba volant, scripta manent !
About fantastical places and other stuff