I write to the sound of rain

One of the abiding memories of my childhood is of rain. Coming from Glasgow in the West of Scotland I suppose that’s no surprise. It rained A LOT. It was part of my growing up, all of those hours in a dream world, idly watching raindrops zig zag erratically across the window until they reached…

Dr Who and Finding Paradise

You know when summer is almost over when new drama comes on TV (they don’t waste it on the holiday months).  Welcome back Dr Who with a new Scottish doctor.  I rather enjoyed Peter Capaldi’s angry version of the role; if you watched it, what did you think? I was, however, less keen on the plot…

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Poetic Justice

When I was a boy, I was scared by a short poem my older sister told me; I don’t know where she got it from and can’t find it on line but it went something like this: “On Hallowe’en night I look out the back And I say, ‘Oh no, it’s my Uncle Jack’ His fangs are…

A Spread from Where the Wild Things Are

Picture This! Why I Love Picture Books

If I say ‘picture books’ what do you think of? Stories about bears who can’t sleep and hares who love each other ‘to the moon and back’? Books about caterpillars turning into butterflies, and families going on bear hunts? Books for young children in other words. Most people think children ‘grow out’ of picture books,…