I love to write and I have written poetry since I was 12.

I only have a few poems kept in those early years, but since then I have kept as many as I can, and certainly as life has given me more experiences and consequently far more emotional rawness, the pen has turned to the keyboard…

Prior to my first solo trip to France for 6 weeks in 2014 and a huge soul searching time, my writing was sporadic but I still enjoyed it immensely.

I want to thank a Stranger who met me on a train in France and saw me writing. An elderly woman sat beside me on the long journey and began to talk with me as our trip went on. Eventually we laughed over struggling to speak each other’s language.

She wanted to see what I was writing. I let her read. Some of it was in French, albeit basic. She told me she was a Nun which surprised me as she was not in any Habit clothing.

But I will never forget her words and her actions for as long as I live…

As I got up to leave the train  she took my hand – and said in the clearest English and with the softest but firmest look I think I have ever seen, looking me straight in the eyes

“you must write“, she said simply…

So write I shall..

Welcome to my private world.

I hope most of all you find something here that resonates with you and your journey.