Today we pootled- not poodled, you understand; Sherlock forbade me from using that particular ‘P’ word many moons ago. Above us were numerous sand martins and swallows catapulting themselves across a back cloth of cobalt blue. September splendour. Slowly we sauntered the well worn path. There is no rush. Sherlock has much to investigate andContinue reading “Cobalt”
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Lake Of The Dead.
It is a few minutes after five o’clock on the last day of July 1991. The air is still, humid. That stifling torpor of mid summer lethargy. Slowly, I am making my way along a narrow spit that juts out into the lake. I am already sweating and the sun hasn’t even begun to lightContinue reading “Lake Of The Dead.”
Simon Harlond 