Guy at the Bar – Brompton on Swale

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I lived in Brompton in the late sixties/early seventies. I’d love to list the names of the kids I went to school with and hung out with, but there’s a thing called privacy. They might not like the exposure.
I wrote “Guy at the Bar” about ten years ago. My husband travelled a great deal with work and I had a lot of time on my hands. When ebooks became popular, I released my first writing attempt on Amazon, also published a paperback. I was pleased with myself. I’ve always loved to write, and there I was, a (self) published author. I didn’t make any money from the book, maybe just covered my expenses, but it got the story out of my brain. Right after Guy at the Bar, I wrote “Girl on the Beach”, which I also released as a short story.

SandraBookCoverGhostsOnTheSandNow, as a more experienced writer, I’ve re-written both of these books and put them in a compilation of short stories called “Ghosts on the Sand and other Chilling Tales.” The third story in this compilation is called “Camera.” The creepy events of Camera take place on Richmond Road near Easby Abbey and then by the river Swale.

I’d love to share my stories with the folks who inspired me to write them. Thanks to Alan Bond, (oops, mentioned a name, hope that was OK) I can.  He invited me to join Brompton-on-Swale Banter. I love being part of that group and reconnecting with the village life I loved.  Even met up with a long-lost friend on my last trip to England. I currently live in Colorado, but am retiring to Abruzzo. in a few years. Always been in love with Italy, so I may as well spend my last few years there. Where better to write that in a small Italian village?

I hope this blog gets to the folks in Brompton, please pass it on if you read it. My stories are ghost stories set in the North of England. They are all based on real events that happened to me. Seems I’m open to visitations and it’s not something I can control. I’m not looking for sales, just tell folks about me. I’ll be sending some paperbacks to those of you who’d like one. The ebook will be for sale on Amazon, and very cheaply. I’d love to make money (who wouldn’t), but more than anything…I love to write. If you want to connect with me, you can IM me on Facebook.

About four years ago I published another book “Dead of July” I actually made some money on this one so for now, because I’m pleased with myself, I’m giving this book away on Amazon.

Take a look at it, and my bio. It will give you an idea of what to expect.

Dead of July – Amazon

Take Care folks!

Aging the Write Way

Growing old

As I went to put the carton of milk in the oven this morning, and the croissants in the fridge to warm, I thought about my mum and laughed. Yes, I’ve become her. I used to make fun of her all of the time for doing these things. When I was in my teens and twenties, I thought I’d be young forever. Little did I know how quickly those years would pass. Old age creeps up quickly. Everyone seems to be younger than me now. I’m not quite sixty yet, but very close.

Nothing can slow down aging, its part of life, but life doesn’t have to slow down because of it. I’ve been writing since I was eleven or twelve. My head is full of stories.  Every single day is an adventure to me. The older I get, the more important, its become to share my adventures. Some will make you laugh, others, well you’ll think I’m crazy. There’s one thing for sure, I’m not going to keep them locked in my brain until I die, I’m aging the write way!


Dead of July is the my first novel. I published it 2013. It took a couple of years to write, and another year to edit and perfect. Give it a try. Its based on real events that happened to me when I was in my early twenties. 

Traveling Along the Write Path!

Saturday morning means two cups of coffee, a smoothie and a bottle of San Pellegrino before I even think of taking a shower. Saturday means feeding the washing machine and tumble drier constantly, but Saturday also means writing. Its hard write while working full-time, but I’m on the right, or should I say the write path!

I’ve only managed to publish one novel, Dead of July , of which I’m very proud. It’s available on Amazon for $0.99. I’m also re-editing my first two short stories, which will be published towards the end of the year. They’re all fun reads, and great practice for when I retire and write full-time. Add a little crazy to your life and read “Dead of July”. I think you’ll enjoy it. Keep track of this crazy writer, she’ll be famous one day!

On the Write Track

On the Write Track

Hyperactivity – The Crazy Brit


I write ghost stories in my spare time. True stories may I add. Yes I do on occasion see dead people. OK, I’m a freak, but I’m used to it.

I see dead people

I work full-time, and my job in a corporate legal department is far from a doddle . An eight-hour day is pretty unusual. I love to work in my yard. I don’t go anywhere without a camera. My passion is travelling and experimenting with different food and wines.

Socializing is a must, as is shopping.

One of the best things in life is meeting new and interesting people.

Why am I telling you all of this?

Because it’s 9:05 at night, I’ve been up since 5:30 and have just managed to sit down after pouring myself a glass of red wine to help me relax.

I laughed as I did so because I write about Paranormal Activity, when really I should be more concerned about Hyperactivity……..mine. I get worse as I get older. My brain races way ahead of my fingers and feet.

Everyone hears me laugh..A LOT.



I love to hear other people laugh too.

Again, why am I telling you all this? No clue, I’m just wondering why the heck I have so much energy and can’t sit still without a glass of wine on the table next to me, and my trusty laptop perched in front of me.

With that out of my system, I will now work on my short story ‘Girl on the Beach’ which I will be releasing soon.

In the meantime, watch out for my very first………full length novel – ‘Dead of July’, which will make you all gasp, laugh, hold your breath and want to read more. Hoping to get it on Amazon by September, or October at the very latest. When you read it, remember this blog, and the crazy Brit who wrote it. I wish you all a long and happy life.

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Travel with Sandra and Words from Beyond Merge

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I have been trying to keep up two separate blogs and have come to the conclusion it is impossible.  I love writing about travel, and sharing my stories, but I don’t feel like I am giving my best when I split myself between the two.

This blog will remain open and I will probably use it for vacation photos and stories, but my ‘Moving to America’ tales will now be posted on 

You will find my stories, travel tales, photos, recipes, holiday mishaps, everything you found on this blog and more. 

I hope you visit me on words from beyond, you might enjoy it. Comments always welcome.

Travel back in time for an Old Fashioned Halloween

Me as a ghost

An old fashioned Halloween

I met my Granddad in 1967 for the first time. He was my step dad’s father, so I suppose that made im my ‘Step Granddad’. He had white hair and the most piercing blue eyes I had ever seen. I didn’t get to know him very well, but had several interesting experiences with him. I will share more of these with you at a later date, but for now, lets travel back in time to 1967!

My dad loved his father and told us fond stories about him as he drove us to my Aunt’s home that night. My Aunt had a small hotel which was not a luxurious place, but homely and comfortable. We ate an early supper, and the young ones (including me) played ‘Murder in the Dark’.

My new-found family and I weren’t strangers for long, we scared each other, screamed and then laughed until we cried. My granddad’s blue eyes sparkled brightly that night, and when we were all sitting down, enjoying each others company, he stood up and switched the lights off.

The glow of the fire, and the dancing flames making shadows on the wall set the atmosphere. My granddad performed his well-loved party piece for the last time. I would like to share it with you. 

My granddad’s voice was a little weak and shaky as he started to speak, but then his words rushed out clearly and with passion.  I looked at my dad, who’s eyes were sparkling with tears, a look of utter joy on his face. My granddad had not spoken so clearly in a long time. This is what he said: 

As I was strolling out late one night, I heard a dreadful cry;

Proceeding from a lonely house that I was passing by;

I stood aghast, some horrid deed perhaps was being done;

Should I rush in heroic like, or should I look after number one;

Should I rush off and tell the Police….or should I, could I dare to venture in to see how matters stood;

And undecided quite, I leaned against the wall;

When OH LORD!, another shriek, a struggle and a fall;

My hat fell off, my hair stood up and occupied its place, while I fell quite frightened to the ground with a white and ghostly face.

Why was I such a fool to go for a lonely stroll?

Why was I so fond of reading all about Ghosts and Ghouls?

I walked to a passage, which was in the deepest gloom;

I groped my hands along the wall, untill I reached the room;

Then purposeless no longer, I thrust the door aside, and stood in the sickening vapour, close to the murderer’s side.

All off a sudden a women arose, from the corner in which she sat……..and said to me with the deepest emotion.