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Share Your World. 2014 Week 15

Tuesday 15th April 2014

Share Your World – 2014 Week 15

Enjoy this challenge by popping over to Cee’s and join in.


For your blog do you basically use Windows or Mac, laptop, desktop, pad, or phone?

Answer – I use Windows and use to use a desk top until a year or so ago when I got an up to date Laptop. My desktop runs XP which I prefer above all others, but had to admit it was getting slow and annoying.

As a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

Answer – I think most of you will know ‘I wanted to be a pro guitarist, did approx 12-13 years. nowadays I just for pleasure or at folk clubs and open mic sessions.


Did you grow up in a small or big town? Did you like it?

Answer – A small village, I am a country bumpkin, and yes I did enjoy it most of the time. We always found ways to get up to no good, mischief or naughty things.

How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?

Answer – Up until Xmas I would have said a different answer to now. Because of my hospital stay I say I am definitely my age. But before this I would say 39, I think like most people would say.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Answer – I am grateful to be able to go to town with my daughter and window shop. And to be able to still play at folk clubs. I will be grateful if I am about and able to see and live and enjoy each day. Each morning as it arrives sunshine or not I will still smile.

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April 14, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 9 Comments

The Old Lady Reveals (continuation)

Originally posted on Sitting on the Porch:

Thursday 10th April 2014.

Porch Stories Series 


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Face to face with the old woman again, she gestured me forward, waving me towards her. Cautiously and slowly I moved forward, recognising the room I was in, the shape and old furniture within. It was my living room, but from many years ago. It was three months past this old woman appeared on my porch and told me history of the house.

“I must admit to you sir that I did not tell you truth. Well actually I avoided the real events.”

“Oh is that so,” I said, “so why is it so important for you to return to tell me the truth as you know it to be?” I said in a disguised puzzled voice.

“Because it is nearing the anniversary and because of this alone, and the possible sightings or occurrences and visions that you may…

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April 12, 2014 Posted by | Personal | Leave a comment

And The Winners Are!!! “Tell Us Your Elven Story” Awards Go To…

Originally posted on Legendary Post:

Sean-Connery-Highlander2And The Winners Are!!! “Tell Us Your Elven Story” Awards Go To…

First of all, I’d like to take a moment to Thank All of Our Participants for Submitting Your Entries

Our Judges were Very Pleased with what they Read

Secondly, I’d Like to Thank All of our Judges

Our Judges

Lorna @ Lorna’s Voice

Terrii @ Brautigan’s Girl

Quill @ Quill Wielder

Cobbie @ Restawyle

Kirsty @ La Plume Noire

DarkJade @ Here & The Written Word


And Now For The Winners!!!

Best Character Goes To – Entry #8 Crimson Legacy by Len Weatherly  @ The Kraken’s Wake

Best CharacterCongratulations Len!! You May Place Your Award Proudly On Your Blog!!

Most Imaginative Goes To - Entry #10 by Isaiah Silkwood

Most ImaginativeCongratulations Isaiah!! You May Place Your Award Proudly On Your Blog or Site if you have one!!

Most Magical Goes To -Entry #7 A Thin Layer…

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April 11, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 4 Comments

Why Can’t We Be Friends? (Still)

Wednesday 9th April 2014. 

Deleted the other post due to its look. Sorry this one is the way it should look.

Daily Prompt: Why Can’t We Be Friends?

Do you find it easy to make new friends? Tell us how you’ve mastered the art of befriending a new person.

I am not a person who makes friends easily, I am a shy retiring type. I would go as far as to say I am an introvert. The type of person that no one actually notices I am present. It is hard to maintain friendships these days, whether it be the next door neighbour.[so to speak] Or friends further a field. What with all the social media sites ie: Messenger all versions, Yahoo, MSN Google. Of course we cannot forget Skype, having no choice if one was using MSN,  Hotmail etc now having to use Outlook and Skype. Anyway it is easy to write to each other and it is so easy for people to misunderstand words. It is not quite the same as reading and seeing facial expressions. Not all video links works very well for people to talk.

It seems, however that it is easy to fall out with friends, mostly because of misunderstandings. My friend in America, I now say friend loosely, has decided to not talk anymore, and my brother has become a distant non talker. It is all due to being treated badly. Nowadays my friends are limited to musicians, but because of the distances between people one does not visit that much. Mostly meet up at folk clubs or other venues, or open mics. Communication via emails or messenger is now limited in case people mis-read what is being said. Can be similar to comments on blogs.

The video is for all friends that do not wish to talk anymore.

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April 10, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 14 Comments

Monday Music.[Tell Me Your Opinion.]

Monday 7th April 2014.

Can you please give me your opinion. Your comments are most appreciated. Thank you.

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April 7, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 14 Comments

Attention Readers We Need Your Help! – “Tell Us Your Elven Story” Reader’s Choice Award

Originally posted on Legendary Post:

Reader's ChoiceAttention Readers We Need Your Help! “Tell Us Your Elven Story” Reader’s Choice Award

There are different ways that I determine the Winner of the Reader’s Choice Award

One of the ways is to CLICK THOSE “LIKE” BUTTONS!

Comments Are Also Considered

Now be fair, don’t go Creating Accounts just so you can Click “Like” for your own multiple times, lol (I.P. Addresses will give you away, lol)

“Likes” From People with Their Own Blogs will weigh heavier in my decision as well

But, I do recommend you telling your Followers to come check out all of the Entries which are Below

Entry #1

Entry #2

Entry #3

Entry #4

Entry #5

Entry #6

Entry #7

Entry #8

Entry #9

Entry #10


That is all


*The Other Four Categories, “Most Magical”…

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April 2, 2014 Posted by | Personal | Leave a comment

The Race.

Monday 31st March 2014

This story was first posted on my other site ‘Sitting on the Porch [as part of my Porch Stories ]and decided that today’s daily writing prompt suited this story almost perfectly.  Hope you all enjoy it.

Weekly Writing Challenge: Time Machine -


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The sun was rising in the distance, starting a new fresh and bright day, casting long fingering shadows across the heath and grass land. The vision it was casting was misleading, it pulled at ones eyes to look harder to see the real image. The impression was very different to the reality, but beautiful either way one would see it.

Suddenly a sound made me look about, lots of sounds made me look up to see where it was coming from. Cyclists, many of them pedalling past my porch, stirring the dust from the track. Speeding past me and my porch, racing each other, the trail of cyclists went on for several minutes until the last cyclist went by. Surprised by this event I stood looking up the dusty track watching after them until the last one disappeared from view.

Now back to the normal serenity and silence, I tuned my guitar and started playing a few tunes. The heat of the day was starting to be felt on my hands and face. Considering my guitar I decided to stop playing and put it out of the sun by taking inside and placing it back onto its stand. After a couple of hours the silence was broken, the sounds started again, cyclists racing by once again, I rushed out to the porch to watch this surprising event. Suddenly there was an accident, two made contact and both crashed to the ground. One of the cyclists got to his feet shouting obscenities at the other, he then promptly checked his cycle and then mounted it and raced off. I looked at the one cyclist sitting on the ground. He was different to the others, his cycle was different also. I stood watching him, was he hurt, surprised that no support had arrived to assist him. After a minute or two realising no help was coming I assisted him onto my porch and sat him a chair. “I’ll just get you a drink, wont be a minute.” I said rushing into the house.

When I returned he was fiddling with his cycle, talking to himself or the cycle. when he heard me he stood up and smiled, came up the steps with his hand held out, “Hi I am Herbert I am a time traveller.”

I shook his hand, handed him his drink, “Oh right, ..from when?” I stupidly asked. “I had noticed that your clothes are different to the other cyclists and as for your cycle it would not win a walking race.” I quickly said before he could say anything.

“Ah! a disbeliever, you are not the first. I come from 1892. I am trying to get back to before this accident.”

“How come you are in the cycle race then?” I queried.

“It was purely accidental, on arrival to your time, I took my cycle and left my time machine to explore. But I came upon your law officers, and they did not believe me either. At first they were quite polite with their questions, and like you they did not believe my story. Shortly they became abrupt and rough and tried to man handle into their motorised vehicles. But I could not allow this, I could not interfere with your time as much as this. I am aware of the possible disasters that can be caused if I change things or interfere with routine events. So I struggled and managed to get away from them, quickly pedalled away, it was shortly after along the road I came upon all these other cyclists. So I just followed them, trying very hard to keep up, and stay out of sight….. your cycles are very fast. Oh! of course I camouflaged my machine.”

“Of course you did.” I said rather sarcastically. “Sorry sir, but your story does seem rather inflated, and unbelievable.”

“That is alright sir, I am used to people being disbelieving, apart from taking you to my time machine, .. well I cannot do that anyway. I really must be going I think the law will still be looking for me and I cannot afford being caught.”

“Hang on!” I said and disappeared inside. I returned with some food and a bottle of water. “Here, in case you get hungry or thirsty on your travels.” Herbert took my offerings and mounted his cycle, just as we both heard the sound of the racing cycles nearing. Herbert looked behind and could see a group of cyclists nearing the porch. “Before you go, what is your name, proper name I mean.”

As I asked there was another sound in the distance, a siren, a police car siren. the first of the cyclists started to pass the porch, Herbert started to pedal away, and mixed in with the group. He looked back and shouted, “Herbert George……” I did not hear his last name.

A few minutes after they were gone, out of sight a police car came to a halt in front of the porch, “Excuse us sir, but we are looking for a rather strange man, we think he is dangerous. He has short well groomed dark brushed back hair and has a full mustache, and dressed in what we would call old style fashion, brown tweed looking pantaloons and matching jacket. He says his name is Herbert Wells.

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Wednesday March 12th 2014.



March 31, 2014 Posted by | Personal | | 9 Comments

WP/V Challenge.Street Life.

Saturday 29th March 2014

My little twist as I seem to like doing.

Weekly Photo/Video Challenge: Street Life.


Battle Nr Hastings Sussex.


Arundel High Street [Just down from the Castle]


↓Cheddar High Street.↑


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March 29, 2014 Posted by | Artistic., Humourous, Interest, Music, Personal, Uncategorized | , | 24 Comments

He Awoke?

Originally posted on Sitting on the Porch:

Wednesday 26th March 2014


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After my neighbour left I sat back in my rocker and dozed in the sunshine.

He awoke, to rise from his bed, exactly the same as yesterday, and the day before. Not knowing or remembering and seeing the world as he had never seen it before. Not recognising anything or anyone. Stuck in his own world, inside his head, and no means of escape.

Looking out of his kitchen window, seeing a garden, but not knowing whose garden. The apple trees and vegetable plots of potato’s, carrots, brussel sprouts, all once tenderly and lovingly cared for by him. Now just a dying piece of land, but he could still see all the glory that was once blossoming on the land.

A cup in hand, why was he standing here, with a cup in hand, no recollection of even how got to…

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March 27, 2014 Posted by | Personal | Leave a comment



po over and enjoy these wonderful tunes and post.. plus a lot more..Enjoy

Originally posted on Brocks Music Shed:

Saturday 22nd March 2014.

A new batch of tunes for you to enjoy, all with the same subject line.  One of these tunes is me and my own composition. Taking a big chance on posting it. Tell me what you think, you will know which one when you hear it.  Enjoy.


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March 23, 2014 Posted by | Personal | 10 Comments


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