Where it began

Sometimes my breath is taken away by the majesty of nature, like this morning when the sky above seemed painted by the hand of a ...

The door of the cafe squeaked as it opened and a wave of conversation washed over me. At once I felt at home. The air was filled with ...

"Megan!" Her name echoed through the house and she knew by her mothers tone, she was in trouble. She shuffled off the bed but ...

Granny Begley had her brood reared by the late seventies, most of them had already s...

I didn't set out to become homeless, but it still happened. Now I call a whole c...

Hope you like the little clip of my visit to Scotland.

Ben patted his pockets for the tenth time. Where the hell were his keys? He'd c...