Holiday sketches

We’ve returned from a relaxing holiday at the beach.

Just what we needed after yet another stressful year.

Holiday house.

Every year, I draw a sketch of our holiday house. This one looked out over the sea and had a giant hot-tub.

My favourite thing was playing in rockpools at low tide.


The hunter of the air

His wings stretch far,

Skimming the sun’s rays

As he searches for prey.

Majestically he glides

On currents of warm air,

While those far below

Are transfixed by his stare.

Suddenly, he spots his prey.

Down, down he swoops,

Frighteningly fast,

Lest it make its escape.


It never had a chance

Against a bird of such power.

His food is swallowed whole

In a flurry of feathers and claws.

All beware the hunter of the air.


“Oi! That’s my chip!

Get lost you stupid gull!”


Mr Bumblebee

Look at Mr Bumblebee,
He’s such a handsome fellow.
So proud and smart and stripy:
Ventablack and fire yellow.
A distinctly busy chap,
Always working, never stops.
He has an internal map,
Which means he never gets lost.
See him flying everywhere,
Doing an important job.
Never resting on a chair,
No-one could call him a slob.
With the arrival of spring,
He works overtime all day.
Tirelessly on the wing,
No time to enjoy his pay.
Dear Mr Bumblebee,
You have earned a little rest.
Sit with me and drink honey,
Taste the fruits of your success.
Mr Bumblebee drawing


Sometimes life is just too busy. Now that things are going back to ‘normal’ (although,  in many ways it is never going to be the same again); I have realised just how little time I have to myself. When do I ever get to spend some quiet time away from work, family, chores etc? Not often is the answer.

My poor brain  is struggling a  bit with no longer being a cancer patient and is taking time to adjust. I love being healthy-ish, sociable, able to go out with the kids sans germ fear, but. Who am I? Who is Alex again? I seem to have forgotten.

Many people probably think that everything is fine now. I am over that blip, let’s move on with cheesy smiles. But although I probably look OK (if older), sometimes I am not.  The medication that I will be on for the next few years has some nasty side-effects. All is not well.

I decided to have some much-longed for alone time today. I went for a walk to a local beauty spot. I didn’t need to talk to anyone or worry about the kids. I could listen to the birdsong and enjoy the feel of sunshine (and later,  rain) on my face. It was a beautiful spring morning and much better than staying inside.

I found a sheltered spot near the water’s edge. No-one else was around and I could watch the herons and ducks and listen to the lambs in the nearby field.

I felt so one with nature that I considered taking off my socks and trainers and jumping into the muddy stream, but I couldn’t see the bottom and would then have had to walk home muddy and freezing cold. Maybe  next time.

I am not brave enough to buy a cheap tent, and disappear into the wilderness for a few days, but that does appeal.

When I left my hide, I disturbed some bird-watchers in their natural habitat. They seemed startled to find a female of the species, but managed not to take flight.

It started raining gently, but I loved it. It was just what I needed.

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Most of the TV that you watch,

websites that you visit,

and even books that you read

will be soon forgotten.

But walking in the woods

on a warm Autumn day,

jumping in the leaves,

feeling the crunch of

red, orange, yellow

beneath your feet,

watching your kids play,

this is what memories are made of.

autumn leaves


The yellow leaves are falling
Like cheerful confetti at a wedding.
They sound like gentle rainfall-
I stop and listen.
I realise that it is raining,
ever so softly, like a spring shower.

The tread of my trainers is softened
like I’m walking on a cosy rug,
snuggling up in front of a crackling fire
and toasting marshmallows.

The frost on the grass is still hard
and crunchy
like rice crispy squares.

Soon the sun will come out
from behind the clouds
and the frost will melt.
But for now, it’s beautiful

.Autumn trees Nov 14