The rear end of a donkey

If you are going to play ‘pin the tail on the donkey’ with your life, you may wish to peek beneath the blindfold. Otherwise, when you take aim, you have no idea where you might end up. This is not always a bad thing. Some twenty years ago, I did just that. Except, I didn’t cheat and I have consequently spent the past couple of decades in the south of England, while my heart still wanders the moors of north.

We had decided to make a change and headed off to what felt like a new world, where it seldom snows and public transport is a rarity. It wasn’t a bad move; the countryside is beautiful and I raised my two sons away from the city. I also started to write. Properly this time.

There had always been little stories for the boys and…