Seven Miles of Steel Thistles

   Due to personal matters I've had to neglect this blog for the last few months. Apologies. I hope to be back, perhaps...

Water. You can touch it, but you can’t hold it.   It runs between your fingers.   It flows away in streams, in rivers, talkin...

It isn't just one of your fantasy games... Aged nine or so, one of my daughters co-wrote a fantasy story with her best fr...