K.L.Caley’s # writephoto: Tower.

Here we are part two of the catch up on Morgarna and co!

For visually challenged writersthe fourth image shows a red tractor busy in the field.

For visually challenged writersthe fifth image shows a stone tower with an arched centre. Beyond the tower is a line of houses.

Farming – Image by KL Caley.

The sun was shining when Morgarna landed outside the cottage with a red door on the terraced street .
On the wall outside there was a plaque that read Castle Cottage… Hum? thought Morgarna, interesting name…I don’t see a castle. As she was standing contemplating what to do and why she was there she got a call from Merlin on the C.O.T.A.S. phone. “Hey Merls yes I am back not sure where or why but yes I’m home. That Leonardo is definitely not improving with age ….what, yes I have made sure he’s not smuggled any rogue technology back with him this time.
Yes babes , definitely I made double sure he had nothing secreted about him!” She ended with a wicked grin across her face.
Standing in the new lab Merlin smiled “Excellent we could do without having to clear up his mess every five minutes! Now let me guess, you are are standing outside a cottage with a red door and a blur plaque? “
“Yup Merls I am that, so what’s the problem?”
“It appears that there is one last rupture left in the continuium this one is not a dimension problem just a time error , should be a doddle for you to fix then you can come home, Gail’s been asking when you’re due back.”
“Okay Merls I see what’s what, give my love to Gail, by Merls someone is watching me. “


A young woman looked out of the door. She looked really scared and something about her suggested she was just not understanding what she was seeing. Morgarna was definitely getting the vibes of someone out of their time.
Putting the C.O.T.A.S. back in her bag Morgarna smiled and waved to her.
“Hi she said any chance I can come in? “
“Well certainly” said the young woman dressed like a farm labourer and sounding like someone out of a 1950s film .
Morgana followed her in The interior of the house was as neat and tidy as the outside. It was however rather dated …1940s she would have said if asked .
Following the woman into the kitchen she could not stop herself from smiling and saying “Wow this is very retro, very chic indeed”
“Chic? Retro? What do you mean?” Asked the woman who though still looking uneasy was a little afronted by Morgarna’s tone”
Note to self thought Morgarna let’s rein it in a tad this lady is not of this place.
Taking out her cigarettes Morgarna offered the woman one. ” Have a cigarette “
“My name is Joyce , would you like a cuppa…er…”
“Morgarna, I’m Morgarna and yes I’d love a cuppa in fact …have you got any biscuits I am starving “
“Morgarna that’s an unusual name are you American?”
“Me?” laughed Morgarna I am too old for that no I am not American. “
“Well you’re dressed very oddly, oddly enough to be one!” Joyce said folding her arms and looking at Morgarna.


The kettle started whistling making Morgarna jump. Joyce made the tea and they both sat at the kitchen table and drank it as they smoked their cigarettes.
“Are you sure you are not American?” Joyce asked again, “these cigarettes don’t look familiar.”
“Honestly, I am probably more English than you are young lady”
Joyce’s eyes flashed , “Don’t you young lady me ,you are not much older than I am”
Morgana looked out the back window and saw rolling farm land and in the distance a red tractor working in the fields. Thinking on her feet and crossing her fingers behind her back Morgarna took a leap of faith and asked Joyce. ” How long have you been a landgirl on this farm , and how long has there been a problem outside the front door. “
Looking a little taken aback Joyce replied, ” How do you know I am a landgirl? I have been here two months now.”
“Are there other girls here?” Morgarna asked.
“Yes there’s six of us here and we all have beds in the out houses it’s quite fun really!”
Morgarna suggested they go outside and meet the others and Joyce readily agreed… “But she added we need to go out the backdoor there’s something really wrong about the front….”


As they stepped into the yard, Morgarna could see it was a typical farmyard.
“What do you mean there’s a problem out the front?”asked Morgarna. Though in truth she could easily she the problem.
“Come on you’ll see what I mean,” Joyce called over shoulder as she led the way along the of the house. Immediately she could tell something was amiss . Not only was there nothing of the urban scene she had arrived at! The first thing she noticed was that the neighbouring houses had simply disappeared and the back of the little house was actually the back of a huge farm house!
Morgarna was just getting her head around what was happening when she heard voices from the cow shed …
“Joyce is lunch ready yet we are hungry. “
“Oh! Gosh!” Whispered Joyce “I was supposed to be getting lunch when everything went haywire and half the house went bang and I saw you outside in the street….that strange street that just isn’t there. ” Joyce looked like she was going to cry..
“What am I to do they will be really angry if lunch is not ready”
“What were you supposed to be doing for lunch… Tell me I will sort it, do they come in or do you take lunch out?”
“Soup and cheese and pickle sandwiches and they will expect to come in to have a break!” Joyce looked so worried that Morgarna hugged and said go and get the girls and by the time you get back here with them I will have lunch on the table…What about the farmer and his family?”
“They are at the Market today .” Joyce looked confused and worried…. How can you produce lunch in seconds ” Morgarna silenced her and said, ” go and get the others and you can all have lunch.” Joyce went to say more, but Morgarna pushed her towards the barn and said…”trust me! As soon as Joyce was out of sight she waved a hand stopping time, then walked into the kitchen and made a mountain of door step cheese and pickle sandwiches, the veg soup well? Let’s throw a viel over that in case Merlin is reading this….. suffice to say when the girls came back into the kitchen they were delighted to see a mountain of food on the table… including thick hot vegetable soup.One of the girls, a big eyed blonde with a cockney accent said, “Cricky Joyce you’ve excelled yourself this time , look girls she finally got the idea of decent sandwiches. ” They all laughed and slapped a smiling Joyce on the back. As they all say down they looked at Morgarna, “who are you” asked a mousey girl with glasses and a lovely smile.”Hi, I am Morgarna and I am from the American base up the road , I am distantly related to Joyce and when I heard she was here I popped in to see her! ” Joyce’s eyes widened …she opened her mouth, closed it and smiled at Morgarna, she mouthed Thank You. After lunch all the girls had to return to their jobs… Morgarna took Joyce to one side and said “I enjoyed meeting you all and I have to say you and every landgirl are doing a great job. Stay safe all of you. As Joyce went off to meet the others Morgarna got her time rife sweeper out of her bag and moved it around the whole yard…. She found it after about an hour and sealed it up she checked the house front and back and it was really and truly in the 1940s the land and time line was safe and as she looked across the fields she saw all the girls riding the tractor she waved and they waved back. The Anomaly appeared as she jumped she wiped all their memories of her visit and Joyce’s of the split in time!

K.L.Caley’s Cottage.

Morgarna landed back outside of the the cottage with the red door…. With a loud tut she fished her mobile out of her bag and rang Merlin. “I am back at the house again Merls I want a bath and a special meal I am tired!!”
“Babes trust me knock at the red door believe me you won’t regret it? Ask for Joyce, I’ll meet you after the next jump in the Beema”
With that he hung up!


Well there was nothing for it Morgarna walk up to the door of castle cottage and knocked. After a few minutes the door was opened by a familiar looking woman.
“Hello can I help you’ she asked with a smile.
“Hello I’m here to see Joyce, my name is Morgarna.”
“What, did you say Morgarna.. Mum has been telling us all week that you were coming….to be honest we thought you were a figment of her imagination… Really you’re really too young to have been a friend of her’s from the war.”
Morgarna smiled and waved a hand behind her back and whispered in Joyce’s daughter’s ear… “No I am not too young and you will think this is all perfectly normal” as she swept round her and into the room.


Sitting in a chair by the fire was a nintey six year old Joyce beaming at her. “Morgarna you came how lovely I am so pleased to see you….I know you made us all forget you but last week my memories of you returned and, I knew you come .”
Morgarna was delighted to see Joyce had survived the war . She sat down with Joyce and her daughter came in carrying a tray of doorstep cheese and pickle sandwiches and a pot of tea.
“Mum told me you needed cheese and pickle doorsteps and tea… She said not to attempt the soup as that was your magic…. whatever that means! “
Joyce’s daughter Diane left laughing and Morgarna and Joyce set in for a long catch up.
Eventually Morgarna left and so happy to hear all about Joyce , the other land girls, Joyce’s family and why they lived in Castle Cottage.


As Morgarna left late that evening the Anomaly was waiting for her and she jumped.
As she landed she saw , a stone tower with an arched centre. Beyond the tower is a line of houses. Then to her delight standing by a BMW waving like mad was Gail and Merlin….shouting “it’s your round!”

Tower – Image by KL Caley

this is part of K. L. Caley’s # writephoto Tower..

Just a heads up because I have been keeping mine down.

I really don’t know where to start but I feel if I don’t start soon I may just melt into the ether and I don’t want to do that!

Perhaps if I just go chronologically things might become clear to you and hopefully to me .

6th September we dropped Ruby off at an “almost sister’s house” to stay for four nights while we were away.

7th September we headed for London, west London to our old stomping ground to meet people we have known on and off for over 65 years. We were meeting up to scatter the ashes of our bestman Bob.

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There were eleven of us present , Bob’s ex-wife and his only son amongst the number. We met at the park at the bottom of the road he grew up in until he married and moved out.

© willowdot21 Bob Last year.

After scattering the ashes we went for a pub lunch and reminised a lot more.

8th September we were packed and picked up my sister and her husband and drove up to Norwich for our niece’s wedding. Late afternoon we arrived at our hotel, after a long and very wet drive. We had a coffee then went to the station to pick up my eldest sister and bought her back to the hotel.

Then we heard the very sad but not unexpected news that our Queen Elizabeth had died. We had a long reflective and chatty dinner.

I was born in 1953 , a few months after the Queen’s Coronation. Therefore the Queen has been the figure head to the background of my whole life. We all knew she would not live forever but , old and tired and yes indeed her hands in the photo of her meeting Liz Truss, our new Prime Minister, looked very bruised, suggesting she had had a canular fitted. Even so her death came as a real shock.

One of my brother’s received a M. B. E. From the Queen, for recognition of his Army Career and service to his country. I saw the lovely photos of him, his wife and daughter at the Palace. My sister Frankie accompanied her husband to a Royal Garden party. We also saw lovely photos of that occasion too.

Apparently the road my family lived in when I was growing up was often used by the Queen on her way to Heathrow Airport or London Airport as it known then. This was before the M4 motorway was built. One day my mum was out walking with me in her arms. The Queen’s car went by, my mum lifted me up and she said that the young Queen smiled and waved…. I was too young to remember.

thank you for your service mam 💜

The 9th of September dawned bright and we went out for a walk after breakfast we found our way out to some woods and found a very spooky looking building which was an Asylum in its day. We met a nice young chap who told us all about the place….he was a painter and decorator and was working in the building behind which is a prison for the criminally insane…..

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So then back to the hotel to get ready , then all five of us squeezed into the car…not really it is a big car! Off to the wedding and the heavens opened! ..it rained all through the service , canapes and drinks and the meal and speaches finally it q I’ll cleared up to a lovely evening!

The wedding started normally enough, a friend of the bride was playing the piano beautifully when suddenly she started playing Darth Vader’s theme from StarWars. Low and behold Four Star troopers, Boda Fett and Darth Vader walked up the ailse , apparently they were there so Darth could claim the bride . Thankfully the Groom and Groom’s men successful saw the interlopers off. The service then continued without a hitch!

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All the while the rain was relentless. © willowdot21

Now rain at a wedding is supposed to bode good luck and happiness. It also brings rainbows which are definitely a good luck sign 🌈.

Lots of love for Steve & Sarah. © willowdot21.

10th September we packed up and after breakfast we took eldest sister to the station then went back to pick up other sister and her husband for the journey home. Another long day. In the evening we went and got Ruby back she had had a great stay with her new friend Bo, nearly sister’s new dog .

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Sunday was washing, dog walking and housework and reading book one of a two book series which you will hear more of soon.

Monday 12th started a week of Drs appointments , phone calls, and the like, hubby is still not well and having trouble with his ears and hearing and other worrying things. We have had our seasonal flu jabs and we booked up for our Covid booster. It’s all go here.

Shopping, helping family and neighbours also filled the week, the weekend was busy too and all the while I wanted to blog but just could not settle to it. There were a few family birthdays three infact!

Then Monday 19th was The Queens funeral and yes we watched it for most of the day. It was meticulously done and really very touching and beautiful. The Royal family really had a very long and exhausting fully of emotions and even tears for their beloved, Mum, Gran and great Gran….Rest in peace Marm you have done your bit.. God Save the King, Charles 111.

R.I.P. Elizabeth.

So here we are halfway through another week and all I can ask is that you could be patient and I will try to catch up …as soon as I can.💜💜💜

K.L Caley’s #WRITEPHOTO – Fledgling

Fledgeling – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a tiny bird hiding in a plant pot.

This week Gail and Morgarna return to the new house and they all learn happy lessons in humanity….well in Morgarna’s case for now!

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Morgarna and Gail were sitting on the Castle wall drinking mead , “What is that smell Morgarna”
“It’s the smell of the castle, body odour, urine,and animal dun all human life! “
Just then the Anomaly appeared, “Right Gail time to jump , I have had a blast”
As they both jumped Gail could be heard saying ” So has my nose , it’s honks enough here to cure blocked sinuses! “


Merlin was in the kitchen making coffee when he heard Morgarna and Gail as they landed in the lab. “Coffee is on the brew” he shouted.
“Oh! I could murder a cup” Gail shouted, “can I have it in the bath, this new body of mine is stinking..and I need to change my clothes, I’ve not done that for years”
“Good job for you that there is more one bathroom here there was only one at the old place…as a treat you can use the big one in my room. Just this once mind and you can use any of my potions they are all safe …ish” Morgarna ended on a grin.
Gail didn’t need telling twice she was off and running up the stairs with the mug of coffee Merlin had handed her.


Morgarna had her bath and washed her hair reluctantly, how strange she thought how much she missed those dark and dirty days of cold draughty castles ….


“That was uncharacteristicly kind of you to let Gail use your bathroom and potions…are you sure they’re safe babes? ” Merlin asked as Morgarna joined him in the sunny living room…”How did she do”
Morgarna lit a cigarette and poured herself a large Shiraz and relaxed. “She was amazing we met her David, she and he thrashed out the whole story he didn’t know all of it. She helped him by showing she was at peace now, and he told her about his life with May. We even met one of the grandchildren, well I did.” Morgarna paused to take a sip of her wine. ” Gail convinced Dave that suicide was not the answer and if he’d killed himself and one of his family had found him it would of been as painful as what had happened to him.”
“So it went well then ?” Merlin asked.
“Yup Merls it did and with a little help from me” she waved her hand, ” I think everyone is at peace with the past. Then I took Gail back to our time where she had a good time…even had some fun with Garth, you know the Blacksmith..” Morgarna winked.
Merlin’s face lit up, “Indeed I do..and that means Gail’s body works well…good for her …good old Garth… perhaps she can learn there’s good in life….even if it’s post mortem “
Morgarna nearly choked on her Shiraz , “Bloody hell Merls are we becoming sensitive…dare I say more human….” They both erupted into laughter.


Fledgeling – Image by KL Caley

Outside in the garden Gail was enjoying the warmth of the sun, clean clothes and a really welcome feeling of piece. She heard Morgarna and Merlin laughing and she felt really happy…. Almost as happy as she was on her seventeenth birthday, she put her hand to her neck and held the locket.
Just then she heard a little tweeting and flutter of wings. Following the sound she found a tiny bird hiding in a plant pot. “Hello little one’ she said. “Don’t be afraid, have you lost your way? I know how that feels but with help from kind people you can get back, well almost to where you should be. ” She bent down and looked at the little chap who seemed to be listening to her every word she was saying.
Gail sat by the flower pot chatting to the fledgling until the light began to fade . Just when Gail began to think she’d have to sit here all night the little chap came out of the flowerpot in answer to a call from the tree opposite.. his mother was calling him in to roost…. After his second attempt he took off and disappeared with his mum.
Gail sat there and felt tears on her cheeks. Oh! tears she thought for the second time that week after years of none…these though we’re tears of joy.


“Gail, Gail where are you? ” Morgarna was calling from the kitchen door.
“Merlin wants to take us out for dinner and he’s paying you can choose where we are eating! “
Gail took a deep breath wiped her heavily made up eyes and smiled!
“Steak ” she shouted, “I fancy steak” as she ran back to the house like a fledgling to her parents !

Song Lyric Sunday: Takes time to Mature.

Jim Adams

This week August 28, 2022 , the prompt for Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday has been suggested by Greg’s Blog : Better with Age: Failed or Overlooked Songs that Eventually Became Fan Favorites .

So the first so first song that springs to mind is Kate Bush’s (Deal with God ) Running up that Hill. Which was originally released in 1985 from her fifth Album Hounds of love. The single reached number three.

 In 2022, “Running Up That Hill” received renewed attention when it was prominently featured in the fourth season of the Netflix series Stranger Things. Its appearance led to the song’s resurgence on charts around the world, reaching the top three on the Billboard Hot 100 and topping the charts in eight countries, including the United Kingdom for three consecutive weeks, Ireland for seven consecutive weeks and Australia for nine non-consecutive weeks. All the information you need is on Wikipedia

Thus taking thirty seven years to reach number one and be the massive hit it is. I have featured all this before. I cry every time I hear this song because it means so much to me…its helped me more than once for reasons I don’t care to share. Such a great song here it is again with Lyrics.

Ralph McTell – Streets Of London (1968-1974)

In 1968 I had met hubby, by 1974 I was married, had our first and was expecting our second. This song is just amazing. Hubby’s uncle was a Vicar and a friend of Ralph McTell he had a fund raiser at his church and Ralph McTell agreed to perform there, we were lucky enough to go. It was magical listening to this great performance in a small Church. A never forgotten experience. This another song that always makes me cry.

Streets of London” is a song by Ralph McTell, who first recorded it for his 1969 album Spiral Staircase. It was not released in the United Kingdom as a single until 1974. McTell himself noted that there were 212 known recorded versions of the song. The song was re-released, on 4 December 2017, featuring McTell with Annie Lennox as a charity single for CRISIS, the Homelessness CharityRoger Whittaker also recorded a well received version in 1971.

The song was inspired by McTell’s experiences busking and hitchhiking throughout Europe, especially in Paris and the individual stories are taken from Parisians. McTell was originally going to call the song “Streets of Paris”— but eventually London was chosen, because he realised he was singing about London;  also, there was another song called “The Poor People of Paris“.

McTell’s song contrasts the common problems of everyday people with those of the homeless, lonely, elderly, ignored and forgotten members of society. In an interview on Radio 5 with Danny Baker on 16 July 2016, McTell said that the market he referred to in the song was Surrey Street Market in Croydon.

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Derek & The Dominos – Layla (1970-1972)

Layla” is a song written by Eric Clapton and Jim Gordon, originally recorded by Derek and the Dominos, as the thirteenth track from their only studio album, Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs (1970). Its contrasting movements were composed separately by Clapton and Gordon. The piano part has also been controversially credited to Rita Coolidge, Gordon’s girlfriend at the time.

The song was inspired by a love story that originated in 7th-century Arabia and later formed the basis of The Story of Layla and Majnun by the 12th-century Persian poet Nizami Ganjavi, a copy of which Ian Dallas had given to Clapton. The book moved Clapton profoundly, because it was the tale of a young man who fell hopelessly in love with a beautiful young girl, went crazy and so could not marry her. The song was further inspired by Clapton’s secret love for Pattie Boyd, the wife of his friend and fellow musician George Harrison. After Harrison and Boyd divorced, Clapton and Boyd eventually married.

“Layla” has since its release experienced great critical and popular acclaim, and is often hailed as being among the greatest rock songs of all time. Two versions have achieved chart success, the first in 1972 and the second (without the piano coda) 20 years later as an acoustic Unplugged performance by Clapton. In 2004, “Layla” was ranked number 27 on Rolling Stone‘s list of “The 500 Greatest Songs of All Time“, and the acoustic version won the 1993 Grammy Award for Best Rock Song..

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Another great song from the same era as Streets of London…..Yup it makes me cry. Someone pass me the tissues please.

Happy Sunday Everyone.

K.L.Caley’s #writephoto: Curtain Wall.

Oops I am late again …it’s all Morgarna’s fault but better late than ever!

This week’s episode comes with a warning the story contains a line on drugs and susicde.

Curtain – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writersthe image shows a crumbling stone curtain wall stretching as far as the edge of the photo.


As they entered the chapel Gail shivered.. “what was that” she asked looking at Morgarna who laughed and said “honestly your asking me? …. Merlin built a tad more into your bracelet than he has already told you. We didn’t actually expect you to travel just yet… But, hey you’ll cope !” Morgarna paused to stubb out her cigarette and then continued, “you have now got sensory feelings, you can be seen and you can eat, drink and sleep where ever you are “
“You mean not just in the house like before…”
“yes” smiled Morgarna” it might take a little getting used to but you’ll be fine”
Morgarna reached into her bag and pulled out a file flicking through quickly she said to Gail ….. “We are here to stop a suicide…. Oh!… Gail I am sorry … You were a suicide …”
Gail’s eyes filled with tears ..”yes I was and I really regret it I missed so much…. Do you think I can help? “
“Yes indeed I do who better than someone who has been there and done that “
The sourceress and the ghost walk up the short aisle, Gail shivered again “what’s the problem ” Morgarna asked . ” I don’t know ” Gail replied ” it’s years since I have been in a Church and it’s all so strange being free to travel and have feelings …just not used to it I suppose”.


Morgarna was sitting on the wall across from the chapel , as she looked around her she recognised it a curtain wall, and she smiled at the fact that the chapel was outside the wall which would of put it outside the castle that would of once stood here. Obviously a castle of my time when my powers were thought more of then the new Christianity? My days do I miss them? ….
As Morgarna sat in the early evening having a cigarette and crafty Bacardi and coke from her flask she heard a car pull up on the road near by. Looking across she saw it was a classic Ford Anglia, obviously a loved old car taken out on high days and holidays. A man got out and crossed the field, slowly, towards her. He saw Margarna who waved and smiled. He came and sat next to her.
Morgarna looked at him, he was in his early eighties she guessed and was obviously a handsome man in his time… though he had an air of sadness about him … she also felt this person had, had a full life.
“Hello young lady what are you doing here on your own”
Morgana smiled, laughing inside that this mere mortal thought she was a young lady….she was neither. ” Hi, I am not on my own, my friend is in the chapel I just came out to have a cigarette and a drink and watch the sunset”
“I am heading into the chapel right now would you care to join me” he asked.
“I would indeed” she replied jumping up. ” I am Morgarna and you are? “
A slight twinkle touched the man’s eyes and he smiled , “Well lady Morgarna you have made me smile for the first time in a while, may I introduce myself my name is Dave . Can I take your arm I left my walking stick in the car… I don’t think I will be needing it again!”
Morgarna and Dave left the wall and went into the chapel together.



Entering the chapel for a second time that day Morgarna was surprised to see that Gail had found Candles and had placed them around the chapel giving the place a cosy aura.
“Gail I met someone outside, come and say hi “
Gail appeared from a small cupboard looking a little dusty but smiling, ” I love it here it’s so calming once you get used to the quiet…no traffic..” She stopped dead and blinked. “Dave!”
David looked at Gail and went as white as a sheet, Morgarna grabbed his arm and got him to a pew before he fell.


“Do you two know each other?” Morgana asked as she waved her hand behind her back producing a tray of three mugs of strong sweet tea and some sandwiches! Dave was too distracted to wonder where they had come from and gratefully accepted a steaming mug.
Gail was the first to answer … “This is Dave my boyfriend, well he was ..he was my life” David reached out and touched Gail’s arm then jumped back shocked to find she was actually there! He then spoke, “Gail how can it really be you I saw you last in the police mortuary? It can’t be you! Is this a cruel trick….what’s going on and today of all days ….no! ” Morgarna could tell David was really stressed out by all this. Again she waived her hand and he stopped speaking and started breathing.
Gail looked shocked, “You came to see me at the mortuary…”
“Yes the police asked me to identify you, you had my name and phone number in your locket.
Gail touched her neck, “my locket I really miss that , you gave it to me on my seventh birthday, I kept your name and phone number in there all the time…even after you left me. ” She reached out and touched his face … “Have you lived well Dave? Did you forget me quickly”
Morgarna slowly walked down the aisle and out of the chapel leaving Gail and David to talk.


Morgarna felt drawn to the curtain wall each step closer to it she took she could feel history and ghosts of the past. She climbed up to the top of curtain wall and to her delight she saw life as she remembered it, the servents, the folk who lived within the castle walls, the traders, hawkers, blacksmiths the animals…the mud the dirt the smell…she loved it. Just then she heard voices as two soldiers from the watch came up to her, “Lady Morgarna what are you doing up here is there anything amiss?”
Morgarna smiled at them both, ” No nothing wrong, I was just enjoying being home and the sights, sounds and smells of my world… I miss them so much! “
The two soldiers exchanged glances ..”but you haven’t missed them you’ve not been away.”
Morgarna sighted …no not yet ..not yet”
“Well mi’lady if all is well we are just off for supper “
‘Off you go lads I’ll keep watch for you I love the night air up here. ” Morgana spent an hour watching the surrounding countryside from her vantage point, listening to the sounds of her beloved castle gently slowing down for the night …all was gentle …all was well … perhaps she could stay a while.
Just then she saw three horse riders approaching ….it was herself, Merlin and Morgause and as ever they were laughing and bickering . Time for me to go she supposed…. She spent a few more moments watching herself and her loved ones , in simpler times …harder, dirtier but simpler , then she jumped from the wall and landed back in 2023 opposite the chapel.


In the chapel Gail and and David were still talking, though now they were actually relaxed in each others company. As Morgarna came in David beckoned her over… “Come lady Morgarna …. according to Gail you really are a lady and much, much more….come and sit with us and we’ll tell you what’s been happening while you disappeared! “
Morgarna joined them and lit a cigarette, she offered them to Gail …Dave refused he’d give up years ago.
Gail picked up the story. “I met Dave when I was sixteen, we were so in love… He gave me a beautiful locket for my seventeenth birthday. Dave was in a group and I went everywhere with them , I was one of the crew I made all their stage gear…”
“She was handy with a needle in those days a great seamstress …but that was before.” David went quiet and his eyes went dark.
Gail took a deep breath then continued. ” I was really happy my parents were not best pleasd because I dropped out of school and left home. Anyway we toured all over and even went to the US, Canada, Japan , Australia and New Zealand. It was fun and we had the best four years of our lives….” David looked sad ” until we didn’t ” he said .
Gail’s eyes filled with tears , David wiped one away…” I can’t believe this, real tears”
” Yes real tears I ruined my life and affected everyone else’s through my stupidity. See it was hard work traveling, sewing, hotels, gigs, festivals and then the partying …I partied hard , one night one of the roadies gave me a little something to keep me going…… Soon I couldn’t do without it …. eventually Dave noticed , the whole grouped noticed I was useless…
Dave did his best but I was stubborn, he sent me off to rehab but I just wouldn’t try… I ran away time and time again…. Eventually I ended up on the streets , real riches to rags. Then I died one night in a filthy squat, I had, had enough I took as much stuff as I could find lying around the squat and drank all the alcohol I could find. I was found a few days later laying in my own vomit a perfect meal for the rats. ” Gail looked so sad that Morgarna reached out and touched her .
David took up the story. ” She was a real mess, heart breaking, they found her locket around her neck and my name and number. I was in Scotland with the group at the time so I caught the night sleeper down to identify her… .. I never forgot how she looked … Thank goodness I have seen you now as you are. “
Morgarna asked “why are you here David, why today.”
David looked at Gail, “My beautiful wife died this day last year which just happens to be the day all those years ago that I had to identify Gail It just got too much for me I decided to come here and take some pills then lock myself in my beloved old car and slip away. “
“Surely you’re leaving family behind” said Morgarna.
“Yes three sons, and two daughters and plenty of grandchildren but I just can’t sleep the nightmare of seeing Gail in that state l all gaunt and rat eaten , they returned after May died. I just want peace.
Gail looked so shocked, “You can’t do that Dave , you be leaving a bad lasting image to your child that’s so wrong Dave”
“Your right Gail I have changed my mind I shall be strong and carry on.”
Gail hugged him , “I do love you Dave and I am so glad you recovered from my suicide and had a good life. “
Just then there was a commotion at the doorway… “Granddad where have you been we’ve been worried sick , we saw you old car was gone from the garage and you’ve been gone for 24hrs… “
Dave spun round ,”Ryan how did you find me..”
” Guessed you’d be here this was Grandma’s favourite place, I saw your car from the road and boy what a relief your safe and okay. ” With that Ryan threw his arms around Dave.
“Thank God you’re okay Granddad I thought you’d done something stupid.”
Then he noticed Morgarna , Gail had pressed the button on her bracelet and disappeared. “Oh! Who are you?” Ryan asked.
David smiled and replied “this is Morgarna she has been taken good care of me”


Later Morgana waved Ryan and his granddad off in the old but immaculate Ford Anglia, followed by Ryan’s girlfriend driving her Ford Fiesta, which Ryan had arrived in!
As they drove off Morgarna waved goodbye and a huge weight lifted off of David’s shoulders, he forgot the nightmares he’d been having remembering only good memories of Gail and happy days with May.
“You can show yourself now Gail they’ve gone. I have eased his mind and he will think meeting you was just a dream. “
Gail smiled thank you Morgarna I feel so much better too . Look” she said reappearing and holding out her hand , “Dave has given me back my locket isn’t it beautiful. “
“Yes indeed it is let me help you put it on” replied Morgarna. ” Did you get to say a proper goodbye to David”
Gail smiled again… “I did and he told me that when he dies he and May will visit to see if I am ready to cross!”….?
Right said Morgarna do fancy a quick visit to an Arthurian Castle? Come on last one to the wall buys the meade for the night .

THIS IS PART OF K.L CALEY’S #writephoto.

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #24. Use ADVERSITY as your inspiration this week.

The painting below is by Franz Marc, killed at Verdun in 1916. It put me in mind of the Ukrain, a country standing tall in adversity.

ADVERSITY

This is part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge

Bullies cower, smaller nations by oppression.
Raging in, all barrels blasting, no mercy, proving evil garners evil.
Yet the oppressed stood strong and for freedom. Strength in adversity.

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The Friday Reminder and Prompt for #SoCS Aug. 13, 2022

Hi Its Saturday and time for our prompt from Linda . Thus week she said : Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is starts with “u.” Find a word that starts with the letter “u” and use it however you’d like. Bonus points if it’s the first word in your post. Enjoy!

Underneath .

Underneath the path lies a secret
Layer upon layer of grief
Under the damp scented loam
As above feet do roam.
Unloved , unknown
Lost for evermore
Cold, never
To be
Found .

Underneath : Alanis Morissette.
Badge by Shelley Krupa..

Dear Mum and Dad.

I was so inspired by savoringsixtyandbeyond‘s post this morning that I am reposting a letter I wrote to my parent’s full of the words I wish I had said to them more when they were alive. I loved them ,we all did and do and they knew that.

Polesden  Lacey

© willowdot21

Dear Mum and Dad

I don’t think I ever made it clear enough how much I appreciated what you did for me. It is only now as a parent and grandma that I see what you must have gone through.

© willowdot21. Some but not all of the gang

Nine children you had, nine. You lost three but that was never your fault. How did you cope Mum it must have been hard, and Dad worse for you because in those days grieving was not the done thing. I lost three babies too I could not openly grieve either but you knew you silently gave me strength.

© willowdot21

I am in awe of how you always managed to feed and dress us all. There was always food on the table and somehow the doors were always open to waifs and strays who needed help. No one was ever turned away from our door without help of some kind. I can remember there being an endless stream of family friends, or distant cousins with problems arriving on our doorstep. Some stayed longer than others but no one was ever turned away. I really don’t know how we all fitted into that three bed roomed terraced council house, it must of been like the TARDIS.

Who helped you, did anyone or did you have to struggle through, learning haphazardly! You, no doubt had to and that is why you were both such helpful parents. I am amazed at the sacrifices you must of made to keep us in clothes, shoes and food.

Dad, you worked as a body maker for LT making seats on the buses and tubes! Off to work at 5am and home at 5pm for dinner then 6pm the BBC News … silence reined! You then spent most of your evenings in the front room either at the table or your desk with your ancient typewriter. You had men and women visiting you , sometimes one sometimes more all coming for help and advice because you were a union rep and congressman for the NUVB ( National Union Of Vehicle Builders). The last visitor was about 10.30pm. At work you were a union rep you gave so much to others and yet you always saved so much for us. When you retired you were tapped out the length of the factory. ( All the men stood by their machines spanner or hamer in hand and tapped you out of the building, a sign of respect. ) You only live a year or so after retirement.

© willowdot21

Mum you were such a gentle soul I miss you so, You left your body long before you died and that broke my heart because I could not reach you. I used to bring the boys to see you at the nursing home you spent your last years in… although I loved to see you it hurt that you did not know me and you did not see the boys growing up . I think you missed Dad so much that you left in soul leaving your shell behind.
Mum remember Wimbledon week we had salad every evening because you loved the Tennis , funny thing Mum I can’t stand tennis! 🙂

You have both been gone so long and I miss you both so. I need you here to give me the strength , kindness and love. See even now I am asking for your help. I am so selfish, I was so angry when you died Mum because you were not there to talk to me and help me, do you know it took seven years to accept that you had really gone. Then the flood gates opened.

I have so many wonderful memories of you both. Getting up at 4.30am and sneaking down stairs to find you dad shaving in the kitchen, we would share your breakfast, porridge or boiled egg before you went off to work. Going with you to Chiswick Park on the tube on a Saturday. You would have a haircut while I sat and watched then maybe you would buy me an ice cream. Walking Steve the dog in the park … you always called him Brother …because of your union work no doubt .

© willowdot21

Mum you were always there when I came home from school, always played with me , I was the youngest of the family and by a good while so I was almost like an only child but not because everyone else was around but I was too young to join them . I remember you telling me stories and teaching me to knit sew and crochet sadly all of which I am useless at! As I grew you helped me with life and although I never lived that near to you you always came to my aid if I needed you . When our first boy was born premature and unable to breathe you came down to stay with me when P finally came home from hospital. He did not know how to suck so you helped me to spoon feed him until we got him to use a teat. So many many things to thank you for .

Mum and Dad you took all six of us and taught us everything you knew. How to face the world, how to love how to be friendly, caring and honest. I like to think that you are watching over us all and hopefully being proud of us…. well mostly. . I like to think that our beautiful sister Mary is with you both after horrendous illness and death five years ago.

© willowdot21 Mary sitting and me.

I miss you and I love you !

willow xxxxxxxx

Song Lyric Sunday. How was that not No. 1

Jim Adams.

This week Jim Adam’s prompt for Song Lyric Sunday is “July 24, 2022– Feature a song by a group or an artist that surprisingly never reached #1 on the charts –

Well 2006 I was in my early fifties and things were not brilliant but I was coping. I was a very big fan of Snow Patrol and Chasing cars was definitely a favourite of mine. Now if you read below you wil see how long it was in the charts and the awards it won. I believe it’s one of the best songs ever written so that begs the question how was it never Number One?

Chasing Cars” is a song by Northern Irish-Scottish alternative rock band Snow Patrol. It was released as the second single from their fourth studio album, Eyes Open (2006). It was recorded in 2005 and released on 6 June 2006 in the United States and 24 July 2006 in the United Kingdom.The song gained significant popularity in the US after being featured in the second seasonfinale of the medical drama Grey’s Anatomy, which aired on 15 May 2006.

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“Chasing Cars” was one of the songs that revealed the impact of legal downloads on single sales in the UK, selling consistently for years after its release. The song is Snow Patrol’s biggest-selling single to date, ending 2006 as that year’s 14th best-selling single in the UK. It was the last song performed live on the BBC’s Top of the Pops that year. Released in the post-Britpop period, the song peaked at number 6 on the UK Singles Chart, and number 5 on the US Billboard Hot 100.

At the 49th Annual Grammy Awards in 2007, “Chasing Cars” was nominated for Best Rock Song, and at the 2007 Brit Awards it was nominated for Best British Single. As of 2019, the song has spent 111 weeks in the official UK top 75, 166 in the top 100 and had sold over one million copies in the UK by October 2013. It has also sold 3,900,000 copies in the US by January 2015, making it one of the top best-selling rock songs in the digital era. In 2009, UK music licensing body PPL announced that “Chasing Cars” was the most widely played song of the decade in the UK. Ten years later, it was revealed as the most-played song of the 21st century on UK radio.

Lead singer Gary Lightbody reportedly wrote the song when he became sober after a binge of white wine, in the garden of song producer Jacknife Lee’s Kent cottage. The song has Lightbody singing a plain melody over sparse guitars, which has an ever-building crescendo. In an interview with Rolling Stone, he said “It’s the purest love song that I’ve ever written. There’s no knife-in-the-back twist. When I read these lyrics back, I was like, ‘Oh, that’s weird.’ All the other love songs I’ve written have a dark edge.” The phrase “Chasing Cars” came from Lightbody’s father, in reference to a girl Lightbody was infatuated with, “You’re like a dog chasing a car. You’ll never catch it and you just wouldn’t know what to do with it if you did.” All information from Wikipedia

Above Ed Sheeran singing Chasing Cars and he is joined by Gary Lightbody it’s a beautiful version of the song.

HAPPY SUNDAY EVERYONE 💜

Ronovan Writes Sijo Wednesday Poetry Challenge #19. Use DREAMS as your inspiration this week.

image from Pixabay.

I watched them turn to dust, broken now no more than rust.
Like a show repeated, stolen from me and how I feel cheated.
In waking times they haunt me still, I want to banish them I’ve had my fill.

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40 words
47 syllables.

part of Ronovanwrite’s Weekly Sijo Challenge.

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