Jane – Jane Lomas

28th August 2025 There’s a change in the air. Hot days and humid nights have been brushed away by cool breezes and rain as fine as gossamer. My favourite time of the year is so near I can taste it on my sea-salted skin and feel it in my wind-whipped hair. Blackberries and horse chestnutsContinue reading

7th August, 2025 I’ve recently had the privilege of being one of the judges for a short story competition. It was a thoroughly enjoyable experience and the range of themes and styles of delivery were interesting. Some stories pulled me in at the first sentence, others were intriguing and I had to read on. IContinue reading

All good things come in threes I’m not a lover of superstitious ‘facts’ but I have to admit that this has been true for me during the past couple of weeks or so in the writing world (if you ignore the rejections, that is!). Recently I’ve been writing short snippets of memoir, flash fiction, creativeContinue reading

The good, the bad, and the mediocre My parents used to say that home is your sanctuary. As soon as you open the door and step into the outside world, it’s just a game of chance as to what you will find: it might be good, it might be bad, or even mediocre. But inContinue reading

Memory Lane

Recently I found myself driving down a lane where a memory was so strong that I had to stop the car, get out and just stand there. A little over six years ago it was unusual for me to leave the house alone. I’d become Tim’s carer and our weeks were punctuated by his manyContinue reading “Memory Lane”

In search of the lunar eclipse Luckily I’m an early riser and when I tuned into the Griffith Observatory’s Facebook page, the eclipse had just started. It was barely anything at all. The commentator said it would be seventy-five minutes until the eclipse was complete. So I went to make a cup of tea andContinue reading

When the earth is sliding…. just walk Weatherwise, it’s been a glorious weekend here in Suffolk. Warm temperatures and blue skies. Sticky mud drying out to hard ruts. Early morning fog has lain across fields like a heavy, damp blanket. But in the pockets of dispersal, I’ve glimpsed a fox slinking across the field, andContinue reading

18th August, 2024 A few days ago I went back. Back to a place that felt like ‘our’ place. A little village where we spent summer holidays, nestled in the South Hams countryside beside the gentle River Yealm. I had a yearning, a need to go back, to remember a time before. A time whenContinue reading

10th December, 2023 I’ve had a rough few weeks for which there seems to be no reason for feeling down. I’ve done some lovely, special things but, I suppose, at this time of year, being on my own feels more present than it usually does. And I’m not on my own in this. So manyContinue reading

11th November, 2023 Yesterday I took a little trip to Grantchester to follow in the footsteps of Lord Byron, Virginia Woolf, Rupert Brooke……. It’s a charming village but Molly and I spent much of our time walking through Grantchester Meadows to Skaters’ Meadow in Cambridge. It’s now a wildlife reserve but from 1920 to 1940Continue reading