The celebrated Hootchy-Kootchy dancers of the north.

I confess to being a citizen of Port Naain. Not merely do I live here, I was born here, my parents were born here, and so were my ancestors for many years before that. Thus I imbibed the culture and mores of the city with my mother’s milk. I also imbibed the little foibles of … More The celebrated Hootchy-Kootchy dancers of the north.

Shopping at Sakes

Sakes was one of those lady’s dress shops which nobody really talked about. No lady in Port Naain ever swept into a room in a new gown and announced, “This is what I got from Sakes.” On the other hand many ladies would whisper to a friend, “Nip into Sakes with that, he’ll get it … More Shopping at Sakes


The Arcade Market in the Commercial district is not the most prestigious of the markets in Port Naain. One will not find the truly exotic, but there again one will not find the grossly overpriced either. It provides decent quality produce. The price is higher than I would expect to pay, but if one uses … More Vegetating

Mother mine

  Mother mine It has to be said that as a gentleman who works with many ladies of mature years, I have discovered more than I really want to know about the relationship a woman has with her mother. Some of these relationships are good. As daughter grows older she comes to recognise the mother … More Mother mine


Salina Toldeck was, to be honest, an incurable romantic. It wasn’t merely that she read those slim volumes of romance where love finds a way and the story ends tactfully at the bedroom door, she even wrote them. Now please don’t think I’m mocking another genre. Whilst I may hold strong opinions on the subject … More Matchmaker

Love letters

Perla and Mayla were sisters. Born a year apart, they were the daughters of Tilford Wheelboom, a man of some means. They tended to divide their time between Port Naain, where the family lived in a delightful house in Dilbrook, and their summer villa on the coast south of the Estuary. They were, to put … More Love letters