Hugh Town, St Mary’s, Isles of Scilly


Watercolour on Saunders Waterford Rough paper, 9×11″

Painted plein air in July 2016

This is the view from Porthcressa Beach.


A Requiem for War

We honour those who gave their lives
In battles past, and now, for liberty.
We think of them with reverence but with grief
That it came time to take this dreadful step.
There must have been just wars, I think,
And freedoms won from tyranny and vice.
But as we think of wars that now abound
It seems that they arise from hatred strong
And bitter gall against another race.
Desires for power, and gain of others’ lands
Are how men grasp since Adam’s fall.
They spring from deep within the soul of man
And give away the fact that we are base
And cannot live in peace and grace with all.
O wretched men! What makes you go to war?
Why think you that to fight will solve all ills?
How future stands we cannot know for sure.
The inmost sense is that our path lies waste,
But we can only hope that sanity prevails
To bring accord upon this broken

A Sonnet for Autumn

This time of year the grass grows green from brown
And flowers fade, from summer’s glory torn.
The fields show bare, shorn of their fruitful crown.
Migrating birds are gone to countries warm.
It is the time to fix for winter chill,
To sweep the fire, to stock the larder bold
With treats, to make the season such as will
Lighten the days that lie amongst the cold.
Mem’rys there are of days so long and bright,
Of garden seats, and time to feel the sun,
Of tea and cake with friends who bring delight,
When bees search for their store of honey won.
Do not despair for autumn brings its share
Of beauty to the land,