The sycamore tree sits on the crest of the hill gazing with longing into the valley below In the distance crows call in the shrubbery mating bears bellow but this means nought to the sycamore tree that sits on the... Continue Reading →
As I drizzle sticky toffee syrup over my ice-cream, I know it's all going to my middle. More, I say for a huddle and a cuddle All I know is that when the King in my dream knocks on my heart,... Continue Reading →
