Deleted Scene from ‘In The Stones’ – St Mark’s Eve

Today was the first read-through for In The Stones. The latest in a long line of steps that now leads on to a more directional path. I find shows are always a series of gateways; the idea stage, manifesting, starting again, completion, editing, casting, rehearsing etc. By passing through one door you suddenly find theContinue reading “Deleted Scene from ‘In The Stones’ – St Mark’s Eve”

The Garden My Visions

I have nothing to say today, nothing is flowing: too much to do, too full of unknowing. A buzz in the air as roses still thrive; a breath of a moment. Of being alive. Yet wind in the trees speak of stories to come. Of whistles and whirrings and comets. Yes one. Implosions of hopeContinue reading “The Garden My Visions”

A Book of Old Ballads, a Foreword by Beverly Nichols

ife has so twisted things that there are no longer any clean swords nor great causes, nor black enemies. And the flags do not know which way to flutter, so contrary are the winds of the modern world. All is doubt. And doubt’s colour is grey. Grey is no colour for a ballad.