This story follows the history of my entry into Freemasonry in 1991, my doubts, my expectations, and my progress thus far in 2017 including my problems with ‘Higher authority’.

I began my working life at the age of fifteen after I left the little village school where much of my early education was ruined by almost constant bullying.I joined the Dorset County Council as an apprentice on the 5th April 1955. Apart from a year spent with a local Ford car main dealership, I worked for the County Council constantly until January 1991. I had by then reached the dizzy heights of Deputy Foreman.I joined the Honourable Fraternity of Freemasons, which many p...

The second in a potential CASE series. Me being in the right place at the right time to help a trapped animal

The story of two lovely dogs who are sadly no longer with us but have left us with many happy memories and an empty space in our hearts.

This is my life as I remember it now at the age of 79, what little I remember of the awful second world war. My achievments my sins and my hopes for the future.

My experiences of war time London. Fortunately I remember very little of bombs just what the resuland destruction was like and the stories Mum and Dad told me. Man's inhumanity to man, so sad.

The part of this story about the little boy running out of the shop is a true story and the places and shops are real. The science fiction part is of course my invention. But just think. What if I had not been there to turn the little boy around….?

A book of bits and pieces you might find interesting and I am not claiming copyright on any of the content so please share and enjoy.

Short stories some true some fiction with one story with a missing chapter for the reader to complete. go on I dare you

Part of the CASE OF series this book is included in the book of short stories and refers to an enjoyable holiday we had on a cruise ship.

We are on board a cruise ship, the death of a passenger, and an unlikely detective, create a murder mystery not to be missed. Then there is another ship and another attack. Hmm.This is an updated and extended version.

I first started writing poetry after my first wife Myra died. The title and first poem in the book shows how I felt at the time and sometimes still do. I hope the readers in similar situations will draw comfort from these words of mine.The older dated entries from 1908, are from an autograph book that belonged to Elsie a good friend, also sadly now passed away. I would like to hear from anyone who knows about these older entries.There are some comic entries, but I have no i...