This is the last part of a three-part series on the islands of the English Channel. In the first-part of the series, I took a close look at the features and history of Alderney Island in the Channel Islands, which are British Crown Dependencies. In the second-part of the series, I looked at the same…
Some say that seven is a lucky number… they must be joking! My seventh season at the helm of Yorkshire County Cricket Club promised so much but ultimately provided so little. We started both white-ball formats well only to finish bottom and when second or at least third place seemed an almost certainty in the […]
Without too much thought I took
to the beach,
followed the white lines of
leading me due north along that
in no time at all the beach huts were
removed by dunes and blurring
she was there
right in front of me, as if she’d
right out of the ether.
she was squatting down,
blonde haired and
her blue-green dress hitched up a touch
showing small bare feet
where the dry white sand
gave way to shingle.
but she didn’t even look!
staring into that wide expanse
she could see
clear across the ocean.
looking down I admired her
the delicate amber jewellery on
her long hair matted by
the keen breeze.
then she looked up,
her eyes like cyan gems
and pointed to herself–
‘Elfhild’ I thought she said
sounding sort of German
or Dutch or maybe something
but I didn’t speak a word.
she didn’t seem lost or in any distress
so I moved on,
giving her a faint wave,
after all, what business was it
I carried on steadily
maybe half a mile or so,
felt the wind move round
south to south east.
I could’ve done with a jumper so I
got up quite a pace in the end.
frankly I wanted to return
to see if she was alright –
but I saw only footprints
where she had been, where the shingle
gave way to sand.
walking to the shoreline something
caught my eye, a piece of amber
wet and shining.
I picked it up, held it
to the light
and smiled, looking out
to where the waves
were rolling in by the edge of
that German sea
When Katherine Of Aragon wrote a heartfelt plea to her father, she held the title of Princess of Wales through her marriage to Prince Arthur of England. The couple had not been married long before the prince’s untimely death in 1502 at Ludlow Castle. Faced now with widowhood and all alone in a foreign country, […]
Another tongue-in-cheek mystery in the popular Mike Malone series.
When, a week before the annual Flower Parade, a bull gets hit by a car, Detective Inspector Mike Malone initially thinks that it is an unfortunate accident.
However, when he is told that the bull sustained injuries inconsistent with a car accident, he realises that once again he has a murder to solve. With the crowds gathering in the town ahead of the busy weekend, Mike realises that he has no time to lose.
The investigation takes an unexpected turn when a second murder is committed, seemingly by the town’s most unlikely criminal; Mike needs his wits about him to solve the crime especially as his Detective Sergeant, Alan Shepherd, has other things on his mind. Then a local farmer’s wife goes missing.
When the naked body of a young man is found in a local beauty spot, Detective Inspector Mike Malone has two problems.
Firstly to find the young man’s identity and secondly to find out who murdered him. However, things are never simple and when Mike also discovers that one of his own is in trouble, he realises that an old adversary is once again playing him for a fool.
With Detective Alan Shepherd at his side, Mike follows the twists and turns of both cases, finding along the way that sometimes love and sex can be two sides of a very twisted coin.
This seventh novel in the series is once again a quirky trip into the town that Mike Malone has made his own and familiar faces pop up to make their voices heard.
With his trusted Detective Sergeant, Alan Shepherd, at his side, he starts the search for the vital clues that will solve the case.
However, when Mike realises that his nemesis, Max Kitchener, has arrived in town, then he knows that he must protect those closest to him or blood will be spilt, maybe even his own. As Max Kitchener takes the stage to enact the final part of his revenge, Mike Malone faces a battle for his life. Who will be the victor? Heads or tails?
This is the fifth novel in the Mike Malone Mysteries series and yet again, it is a tongue-in-cheek romp through the Lincolnshire countryside.