Tag Archives: seaside

Light the Way: Beltane, 2017

Posted on April 30, 2017 by Sheila N

Feel the power of the earth, wherever you are. It may be your garden; it may be a friend’s, or, perhaps, your local park. Better still, a wood, a meadow, a glade. Even, perhaps, a hill or mountain side, with … Continue reading →

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On the House (Part 3 of 3)

Posted on September 4, 2016 by Sheila N

Part 3 of some Sunday fiction for you, set in the “Bird & Baby” pub, in my alternative version of Doncaster; click here for Part 1, & here for Part 2 Gary reached across the bar of the “Baby” to … Continue reading →

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Jonah Got Right Pigged Off, When the Plant Died: a Poetic Blog

Posted on January 10, 2016 by Sheila N

I love titles: the book, poem, etc, kind. Faced with a selection of poems where one is named “Love”, and another is titled “The REM 125 to Cleethorpes” (1), there’s no question: I’d be on that poetic train. Strangely enough … Continue reading →

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Punking Up the Harbour

Posted on November 8, 2015 by Sheila N

Some November flash fiction for you It’s cold, so cold. Plastic doesn’t float well, you see. Neither does brass: either kind. As a Yorkshire Steampunk, I know about brass. And I know it won’t save me, not now. Crumpets and … Continue reading →

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Ice Cream, Sea Chanties, and the Three Bells

Posted on November 12, 2014 by Sheila N

The internet, I’m sure you’ve noticed, taketh away: principally, time which might be better spent ironing socks, or underwear.(1) It also giveth. For example, I have Papa Internet to thank for my knowledge of which Louis of France was “the … Continue reading →

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