38 results for 'Paul Anthony'
Hauling a sports bag over his shoulder he tried to hold back the bile in his throat and set off for the meeting. He slammed the door behind him, an indication of the temper rising from within, and jumped into the car. Firing the engine, he revved the accelerator and reversed into the roadway at speed.
There was a blare of a car horn and the swift swing of a steering wheel as a passing motorist shook his fist at him and a mouthful of partially heard expletives invaded the atmosphere.
‘Sorry!’ he shouted, and then realised there was no way the driver... (more)
Sugar plantations, Caribbean Slavery and Cumbria Police
Britain’s first black police officer.
This piece of news demonstrates the deep multiculturalism of the British people. And it’s a tale about the son of a Caribbean slave who walked the beat as Britain’s first police officer almost 180 years ago.
Whilst studying pieces of memorabilia relevant to Cumbria Constabulary I came across an old painting: the origins and copyright of which are not known.
In a story that demonstrates the deep roots of British multiculturalism, it transpires that... (more)
A Family Memoir of the First World War
A Family Memoir of the First World War
Pip, Squeak and Wilfred – and a couple of old brass tins
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Amongst our family heirlooms we come across the above medals belonging to my grandfather. They were awarded to him for service to his country in the First World War. Actually, the image above is how they originally looked. With the passage of time they now look like this…
The medals were affectionately referred to by service personnel of the day as Pip, Squeak and Wilfred.
From left to right the medals... (more)
~ ~ ~ There’s a cliff top and an ocean, And time in pure slow motion. Gaze across the blue expanse, And spot the seagulls glide in dance.
There’s a rock and a thunderous sea, Caressing, embracing, cleansing you and me. And wave after wave crashes into the wall, A crescendo of hurried spray, and then a gentle fall.
The sun dips at its timely hour, And proclaims sunset’s mystical power, When a myriad of sloping rays, Strike the horizon and distant bays.
There’s a golden, yellow, violet, red, sunset bright, Where shades of pink and blue ignite a starlit night.... (more)
This is the prologue and opening papers of The Conchenta Conundrum - a murder mystery set on England's south coast - and elsewhere. But how many murders are there and how easy is it to detect such a crime when no-one wants to talk.... This is #1 in the Boyd detective series...
When she died on an island in the middle of an ocean, only her family cared. When she was taken from her people, only they noticed. When she had gone from the world she loved, it was too late to ask the question: Why?
Only her closest family knew she had died. Only her mother held her at the time... (more)
Cumbria and the Lake District.
The mountains of England’s Lake District are also known as the Cumbrian Mountains or the Lakeland Fells. The area measures about forty square miles and was formed from a large emplacement of igneous intrusive rock called a batholith that formed millions of years ago from cooled magma deep in the Earth’s crust.
It’s one of England’s most beautiful places and was designated a National Park on 9 May 1951. The Lake District is situated in the County of Cumbria in North West England. There are 19 lakes in the area. They are Bassenthwaite Lake,... (more)
The (Revised) New Year Honours List
Whilst the rest of the world slowly awakens to 2014 a gathering storm looks likely to break out in the United Kingdom over the recent annual New Years Honours List. Were you passed over again? Or were you deliberately ignored? Perhaps you were just forgotten in the mad scramble by the authorities to make sure all the current and most watchable celebrities were awarded for being ... err ... the current and most watchable celebrities this year!
Indeed, every year our Sovereign bestows honours on selected members of the population and... (more)
Herewith a short extract from my recently published non-fiction work 'Authorship Demystified. This part deals with the nightmare of social media... (or part thereof, actually)
A Visit to the ‘Social Media Arms’
..... Whilst standing at my local bar I look round to see if there’s anyone there I know. Within moments someone I’m acquainted with casually nods and we exchange pleasantries. There’s another chap sitting at the opposite end of the bar apparently ignoring everyone but actually he’s quietly watching everything that is going on. A noisy group in one corner are playing... (more)
I took my telescope outside one night and set it up on the patio, as normal, so that I could spend an hour or so checking out the night sky. Jupiter is always worth studying and a clear cloudless night was an excellent time. And the Plough occupied a great position just above the treeline.
As I closed the door behind me a rush of fear invaded my soul when a shaft of light abruptly penetrated my eyesight. Within moments everywhere I looked my eyes picked up a sudden flash of light that resembled a lightning strike. I did what anyone else would do I suppose.... (more)
Bell, Book and Candle - An Extract
Southport, Merseyside. Yesterday
Bordering the Irish Sea, Bob Bainbridge patrolled the Coastal Road linking Ainsdale with Southport. His floppy ginger hair stopped well short of his broad shoulders and seemed to strangely compliment the crooked nose dominating his face. A former Royal Marine Commando, lean and mean, Bob was a fairly new addition to Merseyside Constabulary’s finest. But he was no stranger to callous streets and violent unforgiving conflict.
Glancing at the mirrored serenity of the Irish Sea nestling... (more)