Green Lady

Walworth Castle“Show your friend around the castle while I clear away the dishes.” Christine’s mum has said, “I’m sure you’d like to see it wouldn’t you sweetie.”

“Oh yes I would, is it really haunted?”

Christine and her mum looked at each other, “Och no, it’s a story to scare folks and attract visitors, no ghosts there.”

Christine led me out of the huge dining room and through several doors to the front entrance of the wee castle. It wasn’t huge like most castles, but a miniature version, maybe a quarter the size, but it was perfectly formed and beautiful. I gazed at the ornate ceilings that looked like upside down wedding beautifully iced.

It was cold in the castle, even in August.

“Why is it so cold?” I asked, but got no answer.

My friend Christine had disappeared.

“Christine!” I yelled, alarmed.

The door in front of me slammed shut. I turned and ran to the door at the opposite side of the room. I was scared, although I didn’t know why. It slammed shut too,  just before I got there. Grabbing the handle I tugged on it, willing it to open.

“Christine it’s not funny, let me out”

The temperature dropped quickly and I began to shiver. The sun blasted through the huge windows and I ran to them, hoping to get someone’s attention. The wooden shutters closed on their own. I was trapped in darkness.

The door behind me opened slowly, its ancient hinges groaning.

“Christine that wasn’t funny,” I said as I turned around.

Oh no, please, no!

I wanted to scream, but couldn’t muster up the energy. Terror sapped my strength as I backed slowly away from the green light that seeped through the door. The room was icy cold, my breath formed a cloud hovering in front my face.

The air was full of whispers!





Thanksgiving curse!

Heart shaped Christmas lightsNot the kind of curse to threaten anyone but me!

I got sick over Thanksgiving last year. I was home alone on the Sunday following Turkey Day! The pain and fever wasn’t the worst of my sickness. It was the hallucinations. I believed my mother to be with me. She died back in 2002. Other people passed through too, people who were no longer on this earth. I thought I’d died. It lasted a terrifying three days. Reality faded in and out.

When I finally clawed my way from my grave of sickness I was amazed to find our Christmas lights twinkling outside. Who had gone into the shed, retrieved them and hung them? Certainly not me, unless I did it in my pyjamas. In sub-zero temperatures I doubt it. The Christmas lights on the deck made the shape hearts, maybe my mother wasn’t a hallucination. Did she visit and magic them up in the shape of hearts to show she loved me? I suppose I’ll never know for sure!

It’s Thanksgiving again, and I’m not feeling well. Exactly the same symptoms as I had last year. Is it a Thanksgiving curse, or a reason for my mother to visit? My husband is here this year so at least I won’t be alone.



Speeding up the Tale!



The older I get, the more urgent everything becomes. My passion (as well as travelling), is writing. The first book I published was a short story called ‘Girl on the Beach’. It wasn’t great, but it wasn’t bad. The genre was a little mixed, but I had a lot to learn….I still have a lot to learn, but I’m getting there.

A couple of months ago I decided to re-write ‘Girl On The Beach’ and then re-launch it as a Young Adult book. Since making this decision, I’ve had visitors from England, a wedding and a very busy summer. In two days I’m attending a fiction writers conference and would love to share my book with some of the attendees, who knows, I may even get discovered……or maybe not.

I have ten pages to re-write! I can do it. Yes this blog is all about Travel Tales and Mishaps…..I’m simply speeding up the tale. Keep checking in, who knows, I may be a success story. I’d love you to join the celebration.

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Hey Ho Hey Ho and Back to Work I GO!!!! (Unwillingly)

On June 20th I picked up my first visitors from Denver International Airport. We had a lot of catching up to do, and sat out on the deck until well after dark drinking champagne and beer (yes the guys preferred beer). It was lovely! On June 21st, same flight different day and more visitors. Cocktails and appetizers at a local watering hole occurred once they had checked into their hotel. For the last two weeks, evenings were spent partying, with a wedding somewhere in between. Now, two weeks later I’m on my own again, looking down at what was once a flat stomach……oh well, a couple of weeks of sensible eating and exercise will fix that (I hope!). Now on the eve of my first day back to work, I pause to think. Can I make my living writing? It would be my dream career, but easier said than done. Do I take the risk and devote eight hours a day to it? Not sure I’m ready for that, so I unwillingly prepare for my first day back at work. I like my job, but I like writing better… day!

Bride and grooms dudes

The Bride and a couple of the wedding party.

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Crazy British Writer – a journey

I was a troubled teen. Life wasn’t the way I expected it to be. I quiet often felt lonely, different. My life was boring. How did I fix this? Like all teens, I experimented with things that weren’t good for me, but I don’t need to go into that. Eventually I found something that made me feel good, I started to write. Words flowed from my brain, filling hundreds of pages, maybe thousands eventually. I wrote stories and poems, some of which I shared with friends. A couple were published in teenage magazines. This was quite an accomplishment because there were no personal computers back then.

That was forty years ago. Now I am in my fifties and writing again. I started with a couple of short stories, which I published on Amazon. Good stories, but my inexperience showed and I have taken them down to re-edit.

I have finished my first novel, a paranormal thriller called ‘Dead of July’ and am very excited with the way it turned out. My editor, a lovely lady called Leslie Miller, has just given it back to me, and yes, I need to make a lot of changes, but they are good changes. They are changes that will make a good story into a ‘great story’. I am very excited.

In my mid-fifties, I have discovered my passion, writing. Watch out for my novel ‘Dead of July’, and remember, it’s never to late to start a new journey.

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The Glory of England

My Childhood Home

My Childhood Home

My mum worked here as a housekeeper.

My mum worked here as a housekeeper.

Many long happy days were spent on the farm

Many long happy days were spent on the farm

Easby Abbey - Richmond In 1977 I was married here.

Easby Abbey – North Yorkshire. In 1977 I was married here.

Richmond Castle

Richmond Castle

Richmond, North Yorkshire.

Richmond, North Yorkshire.


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Before I publish my book ‘Dead of July’, I am taking a trip down memory lane and remembering what made me the person I am today. My Childhood was spent in the North of England. When I visited my old haunts a couple of years ago, I realized just how beautiful it was, and how lucky I was to have started my life there. Over the next month or so, I am going to share more images of my past. I hope you enjoy them.

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I love to travel, take photographs and write. These are all hobbies, but writing is the hobby I am trying to turn into a career. I want my stories to both thrill and amuse. I love to write.

Today I took a day off work to attend a meeting of writers and listen to great writers talk about their journey. The day started with Guy Kawasaki. Wow, what an inspiration.



I could have listened to him talk all day, he energized me. I was on a high for quite some time after hearing him speak. I realized that my passion for writing isn’t just to make money. I want people to enjoy my books. If I can make money at the same time, so much the better.

AuthorU is an organization put together by Judith Briles, who is herself a great inspiration.




Judith Briles








If it weren’t for my husband, who read my first short story and put it on Amazon, and who also found Author U, my writing would still be a secret. Now I am on of those ‘crazy artsy fartsy’ people. I write, I blog, I tweet and I am having the time of my life.

My first novel ‘Dead of July’ Preview Dead of July will be released later this year. This book has been three years in the making and I am proud of it. Dead of July will be available as an e-book and paper back. I can’t wait to share it with you and I can’t wait to hear what you think about it.

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Insipiration from Nature

How can I not be inspired when I wake up every morning and see this majestic sunrise. Colorado and the Rocky Mountains in all of their beauty would inspire the most unimaginative souls.

My dream has always been to write, and Colorado is helping me to live my dream.


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My surroundings inspire me to write. Since I was thirteen, I have put my thoughts, dreams and ambitions on paper. More stories have been tossed aside than I care to mention, simply because I never had the courage or confidence to show them to anyone. Now I am in my mid fifties and my stories are demanding to be heard, so after a couple of short stories (a practice run to test the water), I am ready to release my first novel. ‘Dead of July’. I am not afraid anymore. Check out the preview below. My novel will be released in July. I am extremely excited and hope it brings excitement to the life of anyone who reads it. Check out the preview below.

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Snowy Sunrise – Franktown Colorado

Yes, I changed the header again. I am just having so much fun with the panoramic view on this camera. I’ll get over it. I snapped a couple of photos before I went to work this morning. What I really wanted to do was drive into the mountains and spend the day taking photographs……oh well.





Now the weekend is ahead and I have to put my camera down for a while and concentrate on my other hobby, the one I am trying to turn into a career, and that is writing.

My first short story ‘Girl on the Beach’ is still selling modestly. It was my first published work so it has a special place in my heart.

‘Dead of July’ is my first full length novel and it will be published in July 2013. I am very excited about this one.

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The Ghosts of Richmond Castle

Easby Abbey

(Article courtesy of

As I shared my photos of my recent trip back to England with you, I decided you might like to read a little history about the places I visited. Easby Abbey (where I was married and my daughter was Christened) and Richmond Castle are very close to each other. I read the attached article on and though you would find it interesting. I  did!

Rising above the River Swale, Richmond Castle was built by Alan the Red between 1070 and 1086. The castle was constructed for the purpose of defending the Norman estates against dispossessed Anglo-Saxon nobility who were defeated during the Norman Conquest of England.

Evidence suggests Richmond Castle was originally built from stone, unlike most Norman castles, which began as wooden motte and bailey castles and later evolved to stone fortifications. The castle also lacks earthworks common among castles of the period.

Richmond Castle

Residing as one of the largest estates in medieval England, Richmond Castle still possesses a wonderful, intact 12th century keep, as well as, partially ruined curtain walls. Although the castle did not serve a significant role in English history, it holds a few secrets …

Legends suggest secret underground passages exist between the castle and Easby Abbey, located a few miles down river. Stories of a ghostly drummer boy still playing his drums surfaced after he disappeared in the hidden tunnels long ago never to be seen again.

Richmond Castle is said to serve as the resting place of King Arthur and his Knights of the Round Table. Presumably, they lie sleeping below the castle walls in a cavern awaiting the day when they will come back to defend the realm in England’s greatest time of need.

An additional legend relates to King Arthur and The Knights of the Round Table.

There once lived a man named Potter Thompson whose wife was somewhat of a harridan. To escape her carping one day, Potter went for a long walk where he eventually found himself along the River Swale, just below Richmond Castle. As he stopped for a rest, Potter noticed an opening in the rocks below the castle. Upon investigating and peering inside, he noticed a long passageway with a faint light in the distance. Potter entered and proceeded towards the light, where he found himself in a cavern surrounded by a sleeping king and his knights who were dressed in full armor. Potter instantly recognized the royal figure as King Arthur due to the horn and legendary sword Excalibur, which were both resting on a nearby table.

Excited by his find, Potter decided to take Excalibur so he could prove to everyone that his story was true. However, as he started to remove the sword from its scabbard, the sleeping knights began to stir. Consequently, Potter became scared and quickly decided to leave the cave. Upon his departure, he heard a sorrowful voice say:

“Potter Thompson, Potter Thompson
If Thou hadst either drawn
The sword, or blown the horn,
Thou wouldst have been the luckiest man
That ever yet was born”

Once outside and able to regain his composure, Potter turned back towards the entrance for another attempt, only to discover the entrance disappeared. He frantically searched the rocky banks of the castle but never located the secret entrance once revealed to him.


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