Chocolate nut brownies
Recipes

Chocolate nut brownies

One of my favourite things to do on the weekend is host a dinner party for friends. We go all-out: beautiful table setting, mood music, carefully selected wine and the promise of a long, relaxing evening. We either serve…

By Lian Flick

Just start_Novel Collective
Inspiration

Just start

Two years ago, I resigned from my current job. I was bold, brave and free. This point in my journey came at the end of a lengthy period of soul-searching. My life was wonderful in so many areas, except…

By Lian Flick

Sticking out like the proverbial_Novel Collective
Inspiration

Sticking out like the proverbial

Guest story brought to you by I Love My Steel Cap Boots I drew the short straw and attended my first HSE contractor meeting this week. Before I went, those who had previously attended said I would get a…

By Angela Bendall

California Coast_Big Sur
Travel

An American road trip in pictures

Inspired by Janelle McCulloch’s One for the Road, we set out from foggy San Francisco in a little red Chevy to the dulcet tones of Sweet Home Alabama and American Pie. Fitting, huh? Our destination: Los Angeles by way…

By Lian Flick

Skirmish at Swanage
Short stories

Skirmish at Swanage

What seekest thou here? For what is thy search? What, friendless one, fain wouldst thou know? By ways so wet, must thou wander hence, For, weakling, no home hast thou here.…

By JM Harrington

The Gypsy King
Poetry

The gypsy king

I am a wandering tinker man I roam this green land over, me vardo is me castle and me throne is made of clover. I hawks every thing from spices rare to iron pots and pans and I sells…

By Nigel Sinclair

For so far the sun lifts the snow
Poetry

For so far the sun lifts the snow

For so far the sun lifts the snow. The cables; the light and whitened eyes, weeping spine, and tied quite loose are ribs held in envy for they rattle,…

By Timothy Percival

When threads cross_John Harrington_Novel Collective
Poetry

When threads cross

As the blue moon riseth, The lunar sheen clashes with the path laid before, For it is the time for lovers’ threads to cross again.…

By John Harrington