Learn To Climb Trees

Learn to climb trees, And live with skinned knees, Learn to jump gaps and laugh, Learn to handstand, Play a tune, join a band, Learn to tap dance in the bath. Learn to be foolish, And live without care, Learn to sing songs and cry, Learn your name in Swahili, And learn to climb trees, And never stop asking ‘why?’. bobby stevenson 2018 Save Advertisements Continue reading Learn To Climb Trees

My Final Place

There had been an old Star Trek episode once, where the world was about to end in destruction and people could select (by the aid of a time-machine) a place to go in the past where they would survive – albeit, among strangers, and among people who did things differently – well, the past was like that. And that, my friends, just about sums up … Continue reading My Final Place

Where We Met

They had met in the reading room of the British Library. One blue set of eyes met with another set of gray and the rest, as they say, is history. She was probably a little older than him, and she was half way through her doctorate in Greek Civilization (and its impact on social structures). He was a mathematician who was studying for his masters, … Continue reading Where We Met

The Tin Can That Loved

What happened to her and why she was there, would always be a mystery. Sadie, on the other hand, could remember everything about her time in the house. When Sadie had found the child, she had been wrapped in an old sweater, and had been placed on a step at the front door. She didn’t cry at all – the baby only smiled and gurgled. … Continue reading The Tin Can That Loved

Strange Freedoms

TOMMY Tommy lived in a town where you had to be one thing or another. That was the way it was, that was the way it had probably always been. There was no room for neutrals, no room at all. The folks who lived on the north side of the street gave their allegiances to the blue team and those on the south gave theirs … Continue reading Strange Freedoms

The Vagabond Saints

Where the sky welcomed the road at the far edge of town stood large monoliths of rock pointing straight at the stars; perhaps in an earlier time they had names of gods or demons but these days they were simply known at the Vagabond Saints. My Grandfather had told me a story that they were the remnants of men who had idled too long at … Continue reading The Vagabond Saints

That Gregory Peck Incident

She’d been living in the city long enough to remember to call an elevator – the lift, and the place where she was standing right now was a bookshop not a store. London was a million miles away from northern Virginia but home was where God had placed her whereas this big city was her current choice in life. She had been born in the … Continue reading That Gregory Peck Incident

The Last of England…..the beginning

Chapter 1  The beginning – Aldeburgh Beach, April 1958. The sky was blood-red. Stanley had been edgy all that day. Or at least, it had seemed that way to Alice ever since she had suggested a picnic on the beach.  Now she, Stanley and their seven-year-old daughter, Claire were sitting shivering under a sky that would have delighted any photograph.  They had wanted some privacy … Continue reading The Last of England…..the beginning