Image by Christine Renney Davis missed the road. More accurately, he missed the discipline it had provided. He no longer expected it to re-appear. Davis wasn’t searching for the road. In fact, he believed that if he was to find the centre then it was necessary to leave the road behind, abandon it and thisContinue reading “THE PLAINS”


Image by Christine Renney The notion that I might be elsewhere and driving on another road seems improbable. That I have driven my way to the motorway feels almost fated, which is ridiculous of course, because I don’t believe in Fate or at least I didn’t but every step I have taken today seems pre-ordained.Continue reading “GHOST LETTER 16”