Annoyingly, it wasn’t as warm in the mornings yet as it had been twelve months earlier. The warmer the mornings, the more calories burnt on my pre-work walk. I got back to the house and checked my watch – five fifty-two am, and I’d managed to reach the castle ruins this time. The streetlights createdContinue reading “Denouement”

Crinkle Crags

stretched and bent with the satisfaction that I had no particular place to go. A day of ambling through historic streets filled with desirable scents. A smooth sea breeze brought in by the dawn meandered through the delicate cotton drapes that softened the pale-yellow rising sun. Crisp hotel sheets supplied a perfect amount of heatContinue reading “Crinkle Crags”

Great Mell Fell

The local papers used words such as “shocking, brutal, mindless, horrific, distressing.” One even went as far as to call the victims, “Innocent teenagers.” A nineteen-year-old is an adult. An adult that knows deliberately and repeatedly riding a motorbike through a herd of terrified sheep and their young is a scumbag move; end of story.Continue reading “Great Mell Fell”

Cartmel Fell

There’s a track that becomes too rigorous for vehicles after quarter of a mile, up past old Jimmy Fleming’s, the retired stone mason, who still, occasionally repairs the odd wall after a storm’s caused a bit of bother. Jim Fleming, a master of balancing a fag on his bottom lip, no matter how prevailing aContinue reading “Cartmel Fell”

High Street Part ii

‘Oh, hi.’ I replied, distraught that I was looking a complete mess. I’d imagined bumping into Faye in the summer when I was tanned and had been able to join a gym again. Nonchalantly saying ‘Alright’ or giving her half a wave whilst laughing, surrounded by expensive bottles of red and a sea of Armani.Continue reading “High Street Part ii”

High Street

from a pleasant sleep. Pleasant dreams. Instantly forgetting any connotation; basking only in serenity. The window was open ajar, allowing a mild breeze to freshen the room. I stretched, content, confused, unsure of where I was. The faux feeling of equanimity on the surface began to crack like a crème brûlée. Incandescent molten horror oozedContinue reading “High Street”

Cockshott Point

The brew hut was a chamber pot of toxicity. The manager, a fervent supporter of schadenfreude, constantly scoured the workplace for any signs of joy that he could rip out like a rose amongst thorns. What events must have unfolded in his life for him to have ended up so bitter, so full of hate?Continue reading “Cockshott Point”