The Bar at the End of Sugarhouse Lane

Alex’s Story If you’ve ever sauntered up Charles Street, you’ll know what I mean. Some days you see everything, the people, the windows, the traffic and on other days – like when it rains, or there’s fog, or you’re simply in a hurry – the whole street can pass you by in one big blur. Then there are the odd days when a person will … Continue reading The Bar at the End of Sugarhouse Lane

Richard Hannay and the Boy from Greenock

He turned for one last time to look at the farmhouse. This little beauty was nestled at the bottom of Corlic Hill: always welcoming and always the happiest place in the world for a boy to grow up. Anyone who had made their way this far out into the country could find a cup of tea and something to eat in this little haven, before … Continue reading Richard Hannay and the Boy from Greenock

The Dog Who Loved To Drive

It was New Year’s Day, 1913 and Andrew was bored. Everyone in the house was sleeping off the after-effects of the Ball which his parents insisted on holding every stupid year. This meant that no one would be driving the motor car that day and this made Andrew smile. All he needed was to rev the old beast up, find Buster and then the two … Continue reading The Dog Who Loved To Drive

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