It was my boat-loving, ocean-going father who first told me about John Masefield's poem. My father is not much into poetry but I can see...

This week I’ve got something extra fun for you, dear readers. I moderate a group called The Story of Nature on the writer site...

The Andes of Peru Fickle skies, blue as a kingfisher’s wing, Crouching clouds casting cool shadows On gap-toothed, patchwork mountain...

The kids never tire of asking me: “What’s your favourite animal, Mum?” I can tell they’re disappointed when I say “Well, I love all of...

This is a modest little poem I was moved to write one day after witnessing, what seemed to me, nothing short of a miracle at a place...