To Hell in a Hand cart August 19, 2018August 19, 2018John D Burns It had all seemed such a good idea when I suggested it. The major and I were sat before the bothy fire and [...]
Barn Owl: The poetry of silence July 22, 2018July 23, 2018John D Burns The Major is plodding ahead of me and I follow him, grateful that I am not carrying his gigantic, army issue sack, crammed [...]
Bashing for Butterflies June 12, 2018John D Burns 2 I’m poking sticks into the gaps in an old stone wall. At first you may think that I have finally reverted to childhood [...]