Just a little, small annoucement to make

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Hi to all those staying and those just passing by. I have a small annoucement to make! I’m not one for doing these and it feels corny doing so. But, here we are.

In about a week and a bit I’m off on a tour around the UK on my trusty ped. I’m going all over the place, leaving for about two weeks. Honestly, it’s a much needed break from work and miserable but safe routine.

Now I love travelling, I love seeing different places, it gives me quite a rush. Being on the move is certainly something. I’m sure this makes me sound just like one of the those “I love travelling, it’s my life!” But it’s true! We all need it once in a while to break out of our comfort zones, to see how others live, to learn and grow. It’s the biggest inspiration anyone can have.

So yes. I’m going all the way from the southern tip of England in Devon, right the way to the furthermost part of Scotland, John O’ Groats. Then hopefully coming back to Cornwall to reach lands end, where I’ve been before. I’m really hoping my ped doesn’t die on me or I die on my ped. So I hope you wish us both luck!

Now I know what you’re thinking. Why are you writing about all this on a poetry/writing blog. Well of course, this is gonna effect my writing ever so slightly! Which is why all of my posts over the two weeks while I’m gone will be scheduled. I may have internet where I’m going, I may not. Only time will tell. So communication on my blog might be fairly limited. But please know that I’m having a whale of a time and hope you are all well.

Another small announcement:

I am actually working on a novel right now which I hope some of you may be interested in. Obviously it’s quite far-fetched that it may grab even the smallest of attention but I felt it worth saying and I hope you look forward to it! It’s great fun to write and hopefully great fun to read. Will post further updates as it progresses!

Yet another small, tiny annoucement

I would just like to say thank you to all those following my work and hanging around still! Really appreciate ya, truly am flabbergasted that people enjoy my writing, I’m continually amazed.

The Man, the Field and the Porridge Oats.

I don’t know how we ended up in this place. My memory doesn’t allow me to remember. We walk up and down this field many times each day. Those that escape through the hedged borders of this field only return solemn faced. Never again meeting anothers eye. There is an electric power line running through the centre of the field. Standing tall and defiant. Outside of the man’s reach. Some try to climb to the top but they never come back down again. The clouds forbid us to see.

No matter how hard we try, we simply cannot talk to eachother. The words do not form in our mouths. It’s been so long since another has graced my ears with conversation. All we do is endlessly walk up and down this field for a reason I cannot fathom. Every week the man will come in a range rover through the gate and unload a mound of porridge oats. This is our excitement. I’m too hungry to question what’s in the porridge oats. We scramble over each other in a frenzied race to reach the pile. shoving as many handfuls of porridge oats down our throats as we can manage.

He will observe us for quite some time while we eat. Removing those that begin to form words with their mouths. Those that learn to stand upright from all fours. Those that begin to question the porridge oats. Those that are simply unhealthy, no longer providing whatever it is the man needs.

While I chew my porridge oats I look up to the powerline. The clouds have dispersed. I can see them clearly. I stand upright and gaze above me. I hear laughter and conversation. They’re forming words! The man in the range rover cannot reach them so they are happy. Yet they can’t eat. Soon they will have to come down and share the same fate all of us are bound to. I quickly fall down to all fours. Every day more and more join us.

I don’t know what will happen in the future.