Life begins at 60?
Since I retired I have become a writer, flower arranger,judge for Yorkshire in Bloom assisted in and presented on a local radio station, volunteer on an allotment for adults with disabilities and help to run a social enterprise with profits going to mental health charities etc etc
I live in West Yorkshire and spend much of the summer at the Yorkshire coast.
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Ghosts 2014 is the sixth annual shared storytelling event at I saw lightning
fall. Every year writers and bloggers come together to celebrate the old
Anglophile tradition of swapping spooky tales of just 100 words.
the Christmas tree in the cluttered attic was hard enough but made all the more
difficult when the light bulb went out.Relying
on the moonlight from the dormer window, I made my way to where I imagined the tree
to be.A sudden cold draught in the
semi-darkness caused the hairs on the back of my neck to stand on end.My fears increased when something flew close
to my face.Rooted to the spot, my eyes
became accustomed to the gloom and, with great relief, I saw the bird which had
flown in through a broken pane.