I wrote this in one of my favourite pubs nearby called the Rising Sun, a place you should all visit if in the Hertfordshire area. The Rising Sun, Berkhamsted, Herts Picture by the author Darren Greenidge The Rising Sun where friends
do meet
And strangers too
with tired feet
A canal walk, as boats
pass by
Whilst happy faces
laugh and cry
The Rising Sun
A grand place to be
Where dogs are locals
their biscuits free
Cider and beer festivals
throughout the year
Another pint is what
I hear
The Rising Sun
by waters edge
By trees and thicket
hedge
Oh ’tis sad when
The sun goes down
But upon the rising sun
People shall be found
I'm a thinker, listener, a "question's pretty much everything" type of person. A seeker of knowledge, always restless, yet seeks the calm in life.
I love writing in all forms and am in the process of completing a number of ongoing projects. I love the craft of writing and the possibilities it holds. A magic carpet through the mind. I love pretty much all creative arts, music, film and theatre the leading ones.
Born in Hertfordshire in England, my family Irish, Welsh and English, I currently reside in Edinburgh, in Scotland. I'm drawn to coastal and mountain regions where I like to go to think and draw inspiration from. Ireland is a place that's dear to me, and I try to get back to see family and friends as much as possible.
My interests are wide and broad, too many to mention here, but history, archaeology, criminology, music and film are just some of those things I love.
I hope you enjoy my ramblings on here as that's what they are really. I'll let my fingers do the ''talking...''
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