The autumn days had grown noticeably shorter and colder, and there was no doubt winter was fast approaching. I had been invited to stay at Sir Gordon’s estate for a few weeks, as the local bird season was now in full swing and he craved capable hunting company. He suggested that I stay until Harvest […]
Category Archives: Scribbles
Week Two
Sunday, March 23, 2014
It was another quiet morning. Agatha considered it a classical example of a West Sharton saturday. There was never much noise here, except some weekends around the new hotel. Not that Agatha minded a dance now and again, and it was nice that most shops in town had more business after the new aeroport had […]
Three short scribbles
Sunday, March 16, 2014
Welcome! Let’s kick this off with three very short scribbles I wrote this week. When I first met him, he struck me immediately as an abhorrent individual. It was the eyes – no upstanding gentleman could have eyes like his. Like burning hellish embers, but at the same time freezing like a midwinter night in […]