A poem a week for a year. It was the glowing cigarette. Handed from a passenger seat. The wet road to Sheppey. In what was then meticulous. We were instructed to draw margins. Down the right side of the page. To mark what was essential. A place to highlight details.

A year to the worst ever burn, and a lose that left a permanent void in all our lives. Random Rants of a Chilly Night. Just to sit under the starry sky on this chilly winter night listening to my own thoughts.

Travel, learn , have fun, explore and be happy. ECO FRIENDLY VILLAGE BECOMES THE MUSE OF A HIGH ENDED LUXURY SAFARI LODGE. Rub your eyes, its the village. If you read them in sequence. Your pleasure and understanding will be enhanced.

The not knowing what will happen. Sometimes the eve is better than the actual day. There is so much promise and unknowns during an eve of a big event. Will you get that prized gift you want on Christmas or your birthday? I remembe.