This is part two.

  We were on the Isle of Bute Across from Wemyss Bay I think it was Easter. Erica’s dog A beautiful Ridgeback Called Simba Was off the lead.   There was no one around Except for the sheep Who took flight towards the Clyde.   Beautiful scene Not like you get in England. Peaceful, silent,Continue reading “This is part two.”


Slap, slap, slap. It’s a funny word. It can just as equally conjure a comic kipper slap or Tango Man, as much as a moment of discomforting supermarket abuse. It carries a flippancy. Not as severe or significant as hit or punch; it is transient. Bam! Anger – action – next… It was announced todayContinue reading “Slap”