by Steve Tanham
Weather-wise, there’s little of cheer at the moment. We left for Ireland in the rain, spent the week – apart from one blessed day in Waterford – in constant drizzle; and returned to face the past three days of driving downpours. Upon our arrival, the neighbours informed us that the weather in our absence had been really good. So it’s official, we’ve become ‘rain … Read More Silver light and rain-Gods
by Steve Tanham
Just you and me along the prom As far as eye can see Assuming eye can see at all Within this silent storm We could be settled by a fire With crackle-snap of logs Instead, we tread in sodden pools Could dullness get much higher? This masochistic love of dogs Companions of the heart Is strange to fathom, hard to square Yet, seldom we’re … Read More Just you and me along the prom
by Steve Tanham
You might not think it from the photo, but the rain was beating down when I took the shot. Tess’ pose gives a clue. She’s fed up, too… It’s the end of August, for heaven’s sake. But Storm Francis is trying to exterminate everyone north of Birmingham… For once, the photo is not about the collie… The subject is the faded ‘summer sign’ on … Read More #ShortWrytz : a little sand between the toes
by Steve Tanham
I should have known, I tell myself – as the torrential rain comes at me sideways and immediately drenches my black corduroy trousers, that it was going to be one of those days. Note to self: cords and heavy rain do not a happy camper make… Not that I’m camping. It’s a normal, February, Saturday morning in South Lakeland and the rain has … Read More Agents of the Deluge
Sun in Gemini 
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