Stinking Fish?

People have commented to me that I rarely mention fish or fishermen. I suppose it’s true but it’s by pure chance. You get to the fish market from the far end of the Old Esplanade, at the opposite end from the Shore-combers. The front is divided up, the Shore-combers have the middle section, next to … More Stinking Fish?


Obviously, because we’re not savages, we celebrate the solstice. Our main festival in Port Naain is actually the Autumn Equinox, or Tide Watch. Nine years out of ten we have gales and driving rain and folk gather together to drink, eat, and tell long stories, recite poems and give each other gifts. The date was … More  Solstice

A Sedan chair caper!

  The blood pounded in Jethan’s ears as he ran. The rope across his shoulders burned into him, like most Sedan chair bearers, he preferred to take the weight there and use his hands on the poles for fine adjustment. He could see the Falbarge chair just ahead, moving well. Yet in spite of everything … More A Sedan chair caper!

The writer’s craft

  It has to be said there are many manifestations of the literary arts, and in all candour, most of them pay better than poetry. I suppose I could claim that this shows the superiority of poetry over lesser forms, as our branch of literature is less corrupted by gross commercialism, and thus is purer … More The writer’s craft