A brief tale of how children are all the same: bored, curious, fickle, imaginative, and careless… even in Victorian England.

A desire to see the world in different views, showing that no matter where you are your problems do not go away, they are the same wherever you are.

A little more on castles.

Report on "The Call of the Wild" by Jack London.

A down and out occupies a park bench from where he sits and watches the people passing by, Everybody is too busy with their own life to notice his very existence and when he dies nobody misses him, Was he ever really there?

Things weren’t quite right as Simon and Peter got into the MG, they both knew something was wrong with the crow whispering to them and the Monk like figure they saw behind the trees. After Simon reversed the car to turn round, they faced a group of children. One in particular they recognised a young girl, with long blond hair but her eyes were lifeless as were the others. They began to chant some words of warning but also a plea for help.

A top London artist is dead. The weapon…a portrait painting! Inspector Julian Buckett of Scotland Yard must unravel the cobweb of deceit and treachery that takes him through Dicken’s London from British high society down to the dark alleyways and back to find the killer.

Just about some legends I have heard.

A lyric writen by me, this was written on the way back home from london.

Travelling to Inverness, my grandmother and I were met with an unforeseen interruption to our journey.