Dreams of a Venetian summer

Yesterday I was in Venice. From the moment my feet touched the paving stones the city became me; the heady mix of culture and tourism embellishing each breath I take. At the height of summer this temperature is overwhelming and the heat clings to my body in a thick mist of sweat. Sea wind slows…

Au maroc…

Here I am, sitting at breakfast in the friendly Moroccan home of two lovely brothers and their families. This riad is big and old, lovingly converted into a ramshackle boutique bed and breakfast. When I have been here in summer it is crawling with French tourists and people from all walks of life, who wilt…

The Festival. Day three. In the end.

Nothing like a bit of fun at the festival before we re-introduce our antagonist, right? The Festival. Day three. In the end. The zipper on the tent doorway flapped wildly in the early morning breeze as Charis crawled into the door of her tent. Nick was already cooking bacon on a disposable barbeque outside their…

The Festival. Night two. How not to die.

Now we return to the tale at hand, and one of my favourite things, exploring the complexity of a relationship between two characters and how their individual personalities cause them to interact… Oops! I forgot to link to the start of the story if you are just joining us! You’ll find it here! The Festival….

The Festival. Night two. The rain came down.

Predators in the dark, rain, mud, lost iPhones and a stolen kiss. It’s all going down today! ^_~ (If you are just catching up, awesome! You might like to start here…!) The Festival. Night two. When the rain came down. JR Manawa. Rain exploded from the sky with baleful vengeance, and for Charis there was nowhere…