Chill with Agnes Owens – The Lighthouse

The Lighthouse, by Agnes Owens ‘Let’s go somewhere else,’ said Megan to her brother Bobby playing on the beach with his pail and spade. ‘Let’s go to the lighthouse.’ ‘I don’t want to,’ he said, without looking up. At three and a half years he had the face of an angel, but his appearance belied … Continue reading Chill with Agnes Owens – The Lighthouse


Agnes Owens’ Where Poppies Bloom

Where Poppies Bloom Beneath me the earth is cold And cruel with jutting jagged stones Seeped in blood from my gaping wounds, My life is ebbing fast. I see the stretcher bearers pass, they do not hear my cries for help am I condemned to die on this land where birds don’t fly or sing … Continue reading Agnes Owens’ Where Poppies Bloom


It is  sad that Billy Connolly has dementia,.... seemingly. What will happen now, if it is true, he will go quietly. He will retire, the Daily Record will tell you. Google Billy Connolly Dementia, and there is a high level of activity from the world searching on that. How scunnered he must be, forgets his … Continue reading Brave