She was young, a few inches short of tall, protected in a green hat, scarf and fingerless gloves against the biting wind ripping down Shop Street. She rocked from side to side on her fur lined boots to keep some semblance of warm. Standing on one spot distinguished her from the restless Saturday shopping tide … Continue reading A Question of Perspective →

He turned around in the queue in Mc Donagh’s restaurant.  He was looking forward to his usual fish chips and mushy peas especially on a day when the north wind whistled up Shop Street. His wife, as usual, only wanted a portion of fish, no chips. Her health consciousness however would not stop her raiding … Continue reading Fish Chips and Mushy Peas →

The big smiling man vacated the door frame to let me in. Bill you’re welcome. You’re a little bit early. Tom isn’t here yet. “ “Hello Monty.  Habit of a lifetime I’m afraid. Drives the wife mad. She’s a last minute woman.” I followed the big man as he padded in soft slippers through the … Continue reading Brown Bread and Cheese →