Claife Heights

My eyes struggled adjusting to the bright florescent lighting reflecting off the immaculate floor tiles in the showroom. I sat on a perfectly Feng Shui positioned leather couch accompanied by a metal legged glass top table. The receptionist, a slim, leggy brunette twenty something peered over the top of her smoothed square framed glasses fromContinue reading “Claife Heights”

Thirlmere

It was Sunday. Cracks were appearing on the mountains; they could do with a second coat. The forecast predicted snow again later next week, but it felt warmer. Grey stretched above. Miles and miles of one unsexy shade of grey. It no longer felt like winter, nor did it feel like the beginning of spring.Continue reading “Thirlmere”

Traum-a

‘…flight to Las Vegas is now boarding. Please have your boarding passes and passports ready.’ Announced the tannoy. I put down my copy of “Dante’s Inferno” and grabbed my bag. ‘Mr Underhill?’ Called out a tall, burly airport security officer with piercing grey eyes. ‘Yes?’ ‘You need to come with us.’ Another airport security officerContinue reading “Traum-a”

The Coffin Trail

16:00 ‘Sar…Faye…’ ‘Were you about to call me Sarah?’ ‘What? No.’ ‘Who is she?’ She shouted theatrically, laughing. ‘What you on about? I said Faye.’ ‘It’s ok don’t get tetchy I’m only joking around. Anyway, you seem a little distracted and sound like you don’t want to chat, so I’ll let you go. Call meContinue reading “The Coffin Trail”

High Dam Tarn

It was quiet. Even the jackdaws were conscious of their squawks. The country was both in it together, and alone. In the States the ill-informed, brainwashed and plain old racist wreaked havoc resulting in murder. If Covid-19 exposed the fragility of the human body, then Trump and his cronies certainly exposed the fragility of theContinue reading “High Dam Tarn”

Dollywaggon Pike

2815ft. Bobby finally made the jump from the big smoke to back home. Eighteen years away. He’d been full of the joys of spring leading up to the move but fell flat once he’d landed. I told him he’d be alright. It’d just take a few days. Turns out I was right; well maybe itContinue reading “Dollywaggon Pike”

Coniston Old Man

2634ft. Jenny’s grandad, Bill, died ten days earlier. The funeral was a washout. He didn’t want a fuss and didn’t get one. He’d asked Jenny if she would scatter his ashes from the top of Coniston Old Man, a mountain he climbed over and over throughout the years; not out of favouritism, but convenience. TheContinue reading “Coniston Old Man”

Pike ‘O Blisco

2312ft. I was admiring the framed ‘Alien’ poster on some geezer’s living room wall. The place screamed bachelor pad. He had an excessive number of guitars and a DVD collection that didn’t do a lot for me. He kept the place tidy, which is more than you can say for the majority of the housesContinue reading “Pike ‘O Blisco”

Latterbarrow

I looked out the skylight of my bedroom. The leaves on the grand oaks were yet to begin turning but wouldn’t be able to hold out for much longer. A blue hue rose from out the ground in the field opposite, suggesting Hell had in fact frozen over. I sighed. Thirty-six and back home livingContinue reading “Latterbarrow”