Monthly Archives: May 2020

I wrote this poem a few years ago about my Uncle Billy, whom I never met. My mother’s only brother, William Beary.   He was only nineteen, a rear gunner with the RAF, when he was shot down. So many people … Continue reading →

  We’re still in lockdown. I’m missing family and friends so much, but I’m enjoying the slower pace of life:  the birdsong, unpolluted skies, walks along the sea, baking experiments and the chance to savour the small things. As I … Continue reading →