Letters from My Terrace in Palma

These letters are mainly lighthearted with one or two serious ones mixed in. Some are both.

Had Charlotte Bronte looked you in the eye, grasped you by the hand and sat you down next to her at the table in front of a blazing Yorkshire fire in the Parsonage, the message could not have been clearer.

Our Own Skies

There is comfort in what we know well.

Nailing My Colours to the Mast!

Poetry is growing a garden not building a wall!

Christmas in Palma

The cities of the north celebrate with tall Christmas trees and busy Christmas markets but the Mediterranean Christmas of Palma is no less beautiful in its own way.

The Thingy

The island has its own ways, and we must learn them. They are part of life here.

Processionària Once More

If you ever come to Mallorca in March, it's worth leaving the beach and the bar. Just head for the pine woods.

Rises and Falls

The ‘rise’ and ‘fall’ of the thermometer are the start. Then we get to Icarus.

Hiding behind Words

Use your language. Don’t let your language use you!

There is more to Mallorca than meets the eye!

Today Is a Gift

“Yesterday is history.   Tomorrow is a mystery.  Today is a gift, and that’s why it’s called the present.”