Category: Fiction

Clifton suspension bridge is situated above the beautiful Avon Gorge. Parking is available in Clifton and it is possible to walk across the bridge to the visitor centre on the Leigh Woods side (in...

I watched George chatting excitedly with Harry as they examined the small plinth marking the spot where the first work began on Clifton Suspension bridge. It was funny, I thought. Three days of chaos...

When do you grow up? I don’t mean stop looking for adventure, or start to wear corduroy trousers and a cardigan. I don’t mean give up on your dreams, or settle for second best....

Everyone turned to look at me. Inside I was reeling. Everything I had wanted. Everything I had asked for. We could go back to quiet evenings in front of the telly, and Sunday mornings...

We stood outside 203 and I looked at it in nervous contemplation. Voices were raised inside and several times I lifted my hand to knock and then let it fall back to my side....

“You know it’s going to be alright, don’t you,“ said Harry soothingly as he stabbed the button for the top floor. I didn’t but I nodded anyway. “Don’t worry,“ said Harry. “We’ll find her...

George started by dividing the hotel into sectors. He then went off to check the car park while Harry and I argued about who should take point, the relative merits of taking point and...