@ Stone Cottage
Who lives at Stone Cottage? Firstly, there’s a man who sometimes writes poetry and sometimes prose-fiction. He is greying. Likes walking and photography. Likes to cook, has a penfriend in Poland and is known, on this website, as Fender (that’s me – goodness knows why I am writing in third person!). I am keeping the
I wrote this poem in Finland. I was staying there for three months on a university exchange program (I was training to be a nurse). I spent a lot of the time in Finland just wandering around the magnificent countryside and one day stumbled upon a little graveyard surrounded by trees, spring flowers and the
We did this walk about two years ago and I recommend it to anyone spending time in the Lake District. I filmed the walk while my co-walkers had to put up with the camera pointing at them all the time. The ‘stars’ are: my wife Sarah, my ex-wife Mary and her partner Alan and a
Sometime you write a poem and you are happy with it. Sometimes the words you write just seem to fall into place in the way you want them to. Here is a poem that does just that. It says easily, what I could never have said… The Scruff you led me, the scruff, untidied mind,