odespinner

After our walk along the beach at Falcarragh, which required leaning into the wind and screwing our eyes against the invasion of sand, we took refuge in an old rectory converted into a pottery, gallery space and cafe on the ground floor. The coffee was good and the roaring open fire…

I woke to the sound of rain and crept from the sofa to stand near the flickering embers of the turf fire. Agnes was making coffee in the kitchen. “How do you take it?” she asked. “Black’s fine”. I tried not to look at her fine cleavage as she poured,…

Author’s note – this is a piece of fiction. A couple of my regular readers thought that my life had taken a strange turn – although these fictional ramblings are not too far from my own experiences, they are made up. I like the idea of inventing characters and events…

After my disappointment in Banbridge, I hung around Belfast feeling sorry for myself for a while. The weather got hot and sticky. I got lazy and listless. Then I noticed an invitation to a poetry open mic evening in Donegal. Just the boost my morale needed – I threw a…

Arriving at Banbridge by bus I could feel the call of a pint, so I headed for the nearest bar. I had taken a risk turning up unannounced to visit Evangeline and Odhran, but nothing ventured, nothing gained, as they say. Harry’s bar was buzzing on this Friday night and…