Unidentified Growing Object

  Ted and his friend, Alf were working tirelessly on their allotment, weeding between the neat rows of vegetables.  The sun was shining and they were both perspiring through their shirts. “Well, I never!” exclaimed Ted holding up a large plant in this right hand. “Not something I’ve ever seen either, where did it come from?” “I found it growing over there under the runners. Haven’t got a clue what it is, have you?” After discussing the unidentified plant at length, the two friends decided to go to their local library to use the reference books there.  After using some water from the allotment tap to wash their hands, they set off in earnest. On arriving at the library, Alf suggested that Ted asked the librarian where to find a suitable book. “Why have I got to ask, you could do it yourself?” “Oh, alright I will.”  Alf set off towards the desk and spoke to the gentleman sitting behind it. After getting the information he needed, Alf led...
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The Effects of Covid 19

The sun’s rays streaming through the gap in the curtains disturbed his slumbers and he stretched out lazily in his bed. “No point getting up yet.” He thought out loud. “No-one seems to get up early anymore, it’s stream watching series on Netflix until the crack of dawn and then missing breakfast, snoozing away.” He moved his legs around to the cold bits in the bed, enjoying the difference in temperature.  “I can remember getting up promptly at 6 am, showers, breakfast then a brisk walk around the park.” Waking much later, after drifting back to sleep, he became aware of his bladder.  He needed to pee, but couldn’t be bothered to get up, so he crossed his legs and stayed warm for a few more minutes. Finally, the urgency became unbearable, so he stumbled out of bed and padded into the bedroom to wake up Mum and Dad.  Sitting next to the bed, he laid his head next to Mum and breathed as...
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Feelings Part Two

I want to write about the most beautiful things in the world only being felt with the heart because I believe it to be the truth.  There is nothing more beautiful than loving someone unconditionally, with no limits.  Helen Keller is someone who inspired me, at a very young age, when I read a book about her and despite her issues was someone who could achieve great things. I want to write about someone who has a continuous smile on his face concealing a frightening toughness because I believe that it is the truth.  Often a smile can disguise ugly or bad thoughts.  The same with flattery, too much is suspicious.  I associate an overly positive person with extreme caution, as I believe they are trying to hide something.  At least during my lifetime, this has proved to be true. I want to write about the best way out is always through because I believe it to be the truth.  I remember...
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Dialogue for the Tinder Box

As soon as Jeremy saw the ‘Lady in Pink’ waiting in the bar, he knew she was waiting for him. Nervously he approached her and coughed “Hello, you're looking lovely.  Oh, I’m Jeremy, by the way.” The Pink Lady looked up slowly, peering over the top of her reading glasses, “Jeremy, do I know you? ”  She looked back at her menu. “Can I get you another drink?” asked Jeremy, hoping that she would refuse as he didn’t have a lot of cash on him. “No, I’m fine, thank you”, the Pink Lady drawled When Jeremy returned from the bar, he had been rehearsing his next conversation and had settled on the subject of hobbies.  “Do you have any hobbies?” he asked hoping it would open up the dialogue between them. “No, not really.” She to meet you, Jeremy replied, sounding bored.  Not the answer he was hoping for. Jeremy thought that he would take the opportunity to talk about himself for a while “Well, I love...
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Inspired, sad, reverence of nature – Sun Rise, Sun Fall revisited

From our special place over looking the North Sea, secretly sleeping outside under the stars, snug as bugs in rugs.  Braving the elements, but mostly braving the attack of mosquitos and the occasional downpour in the middle of the night. The dawn would begin with the local wildlife, mainly birds alerting us to a new day, with a fanfare of song to greet a fresh beginning. Looking east, over the sea towards the horizon.  A tiny glimmer of orange light appears, in seconds. the glimmer becomes a ray.  Orange turns yellow and spreads out across the horizon.  The shape of the sun appears, golden and glorious, spreading brightness across the sky. The birds have been singing for half an hour previous to this, but stay quiet while the day dawns.  As if in respect for the occasion, like it was a special occurrence, not something that happened every morning. In a few minutes the sun stands proudly on the line between the sky and...
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Classwork 22/03/2021

Reminiscing about an evening spent with my family and around three hundred strangers.  We made our way to Minsmere, searching for the best vantage point, as if going to a fireworks display.  The excitement was palpable, wondering if we were going to be lucky enough to see the spectacle we hoped for. Gliding effortlessly through the air like a leaf falling from a tree in autumn.  Twisting and turning with tiny movements of its wings, twitching feathers and muscles in a spasm of change. The murmuration moved as one huge cloud, connected together by invisible threads.  Diving down, heading for the ground like an airplane out of control, about to crash land.  Then in an instant changing their shape into a long stripe of moving darkness in the sky, like an artist’s strokes on a canvas. Travelling across the sunset sky, over pink and grey, red and black, then up into the clear blue, spreading the dark mist of moving individual birds acting...
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A Patch of Land

One of the main reasons we bought our house was because it had an enormous back garden.  The possibilities were endless, vegetable patches, a formal garden, building a garden room complete with running water and electricity, an orchard with a variety of fruit trees. The reality was, hard work, time consuming and a relentless battle against nature. Evidence of the garden’s previous life, popped up every spring, crocus, daffodils, snow drops an assortment of beautiful reminders that summer was on its way. Moving sheds, digging up hedges, laying new patios and path ways.  The hard landscaping was arduous but worth it.  The new formal garden started to take on a new character, showing our preferences and inspirations.  Building a row of raised beds to grow vegetables, which was easy to maintain from a wheelchair. The new patio was very plain, until we built seating areas, using free pallet wood, enough seating for 10 – 12 people.  Making cushions, choosing fabric to cover the cushions,...
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My Backyard

Overgrown, uneven, weeds everywhere.  Not neat and tidy in anyone’s mind. Home to insects, spiders, little frogs, hedgehogs and most importantly, chickens. Separated from the main half of the garden, the back end is nature taking over, like triffids.  Growing up and over, through and between anything in its way.  Until a chicken discovers the tasty green shoot and devours it greedily. The patch of land quickly becomes sparse and bare earth, only nettles grow unhindered.  The chooks investigate every inch, inquisitively. We create a safe haven for them, fixing up fences, Heath Robinson style, to prevent their many attempts to escape.  Before filling every gap and little hole, we would often get a call from the garage next door telling us that a chicken was strutting around on their forecourt.  We thought that they were maybe trying to help sell the cars, or give the space some added interest. In the summer, stretching out a canvas sail, across the corner of their pen to...
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ESP

The need to communicate with others is an innate need for most of us.  Fine, when they are near to you, but what happens when they are a distance away?  We have to depend on technology, whether it be a telephone, ZOOM meeting, Facetime, Email.  If we rely on technology, invariably it fails us, in one way or another, frustrating us and causing stress and anxiety. Just suppose, we are able to communicate without technology, just using the power of our minds.  Being able to tell someone you love them and are thinking of them, would happen just using your thoughts.  Ordering a Chinese, (for Terry) would be a simple matter of thinking of the dishes required and the delivery details and hey presto, a piping hot meal would be delivered.  Having a meeting (or class) with a group of people, would not depend on the ever-failing internet, just think of who needs to be there and away you go. There would...
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Jonathan Livingston

Considered the rat of the sky, or is that a pigeon?  Well certainly, if you live near the seaside, this bird is certainly as troublesome as a rat.   Screeching across the sky, like a wailing banshee. As loud as an airplane, enough to almost break the sound barrier.  Trying to steal food, attacking innocent holiday makers for their chips like greedy children at a birthday party.   Ganging up on other birds to scare them away, using brute force and ignorance.  The seagull is certainly a rowdy bully, with the power and weight behind it.  Leaving their large droppings behind, sometimes on an unsuspecting person’s head, if they are lucky. But are we underestimating this bird, misjudging its abilities, assuming they are just a pest and not appreciating their strengths? Seagulls mate for life, like Derby and Joan, together forever.  Taking turns in caring and feeding their chicks, fussing over their young, helicopter parents, hovering over them, lovingly.  The male seagull takes responsibility...
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