What can you find here? Reviews of new and not quite so new Sherlock Holmes novels and collections. Interviews with authors, link to blogs worth following, links to where you can purchase my books and some reviews of my work garnered from Amazon sites. Plus a few scary pics of me and a link to various Lyme Regis videos on YouTube...see what we do here and how....and indeed why!!! Next to the Lyme Regis Video Bar is a Jeremy Brett as Holmes Video Bar and now a Ross K Video Bar. And stories and poems galore in the archives.

Wednesday 30 January 2008



I am sitting in the middle of the park, under the stars. Soft, pure green grass lies beneath my skin. A ray of moonlight falls across my hand. I sigh, and sit up, smiling as a swiftly gliding snowy owl swoops by overhead. I get to my feet, and begin walking through the park towards the sea.
I walk, never resting, always moving. Finally, I pause, and come to a standstill. Calmly, I reach into my coat and pull out a white candle. Holding it in the centre of my palm, I lift it up to my face, eyes fixed upon the pillar of wax. Whispering a word, I light the candle by magic. Still holding the light, I continue on.
I am joined by others, holding their own lights. People of all races and descriptions, each bearing a dancing yellow flame. As one, these people and I begin to sing. It is a low, mysterious, hauntingly beautiful melody, composed to frighten the unaware and to entrance the mind. We come to the ancient and mysterious Cobb.
We wait, silent now, but for the rustle of wind.
Then, as if by some unseen signal, one at a time each of us takes our candle in its holder, and carry it to its appointed place.. It is hollowed out in the middle, creating a bowl. When my turn arrives, I take my candle, and touch the flame to the centre of the bowl. And as the flame touches, it burns into a swirl of flame, added to all the other candle flames.
When everyone of us has touched the flame of our candles and the Cobb is blazing with five thousand glorious lights, we begin to chant. It is the song of the light, the candlesong. And then silence. Perfect silence.

Thoughts on Lyme

Four years on since very first visit here and that was only on a whim.... ...........and now a well ensconced resident......some thoughts......there is a magic about the place. an aura or atmosphere which pervades the air and seems to be in the fabric of each building.......a sense of being, a sense of history, a sense of permanence.....the houses dizzingly tumble down towards the sea as though they are in motion.....and when they reach the sea, there is a challenge to be met, questions to be asked.....inviting the sea to do its worst.....which it can do......and.....yet the sea has never quite held mastery over the town and its people. And although the mortal remains of those that have loved and lived here have crumbled returned to dust, their spirit and love of Lyme lives on......their phantoms and shades are sensed and heard as quiet footsteps echoing through the ancient lanes, seen as fleeting shadows out of the corner of the eye....and heard as half caught conversations carried on the breeze. Lyme says " Love me.....and I will love you back" And you do. For it is so. David