A bridge too far

Charles Philip Arthur George Mountbatten-Windsor Ptang-Ptang Nickety-Nackety-Noo Die-Mummy-Die Saxe-Coburg-Gotha sneaked into Wales this week like a thief in the night to unveil a plaque in honour of himself. Surprisingly for …

Steelworks sonnet

Over the years my dear friend and neighbour Beth Clarke has raised thousands for the ‘Better Life’ appeal supporting the building of the much-needed All Wales Cystic Fibrosis Centre at …

That sinking feeling

For my birthday in early June my partner treated us to a mini-break in Talacharn (note: I reject the laughable anglo travesty ‘Laugharne’). We stayed in Browns Hotel itself, famed …

What a world

The 21st World Cup is underway and I’m not missing a kick, glued to the television surrounded by wall charts, sticker albums and in-depth guides and only taking hurried breaks …

A fair wind in the Willows

As I gradually get stronger and more able to do mundane things like gardening, cooking and housework, I’m finding that the toughest physical challenge of all is, perhaps surprisingly, writing. …

Back from the dead

Will I ever write again? Am I even capable of writing any more? Sitting at a keyboard concentrating and articulating and organising thoughts is a daunting prospect. When I was …

Dic is unwell

My partner Dic Mortimer has been seriously ill in hospital during the last month. Thankfully this week he was allowed home to start the process of convalescence and recovery. Therefore …