Some of Richard's recent work:-

WritingYesterday saw me in a meeting to make preliminary plans for Riverside Writers’ contribution to the
Wirral Bookfest 2009. Last April I only managed to book
Words from Wordsmiths at the last minute—quite literally, too; the information was waiting to be dispatched to the printer’s as I was speaking to the organiser. This time around, we’re booked in from the very start which should mean our event won’t clash with any similar event elsewhere.
Provisionally:-
Tuesday, April 21st; Hoylake Library, 11am-12.30.
"Kill Your Darlings!"
A free writers' workshop on developing fictional characters, led by yours truly.
Thursday, April 23rd; West Kirby Library, 7pm-9pm.
"New Tales for Old Byways"
Wirral life explored through original poetry and prose created by Riverside Writers. Horror, humour and beauty - sustained with cheese and wine! Visit their website:
http://www.myspace.com/riversidewriters.
GardeningThe storms damaged our robinia tree, splitting a “y” shaped branch down the centre, right down to the main trunk. Richard sawed off the loose section before he headed off to the studio, but this weekend we’ll have to remove the entire branch. The robinia, or false acacia, is one of my favourite trees. It has pretty round leaves which turn bright gold in autumn.
Lurking in the bottom of our vegetable rack were twelve potatoes which had grown long sprouts. Rather than simply throw them out, I planted them in six deep pots. The pots were housing nothing but cobwebs, and I wanted to open up one of the compost bins anyway so I could move it. Whether the potatoes will grown many…well, potatoes (amazingly enough), time alone will tell, but it took little enough effort. Emily helped by burying her new squeaky, fluffy football in the freshly-opened up compost heap.
Earlier this year, Richard had planted climbing roses along one stretch of the trellis fence. These aren’t supposed to be pruned at all in their first year, but they’d grown the odd straggly stem so I tied these up with twine to stop them flapping around in the autumnal storms.