The Closing Day

Today is August Bank Holiday Monday. It is supposed to be hot and summery. Alas, summer has finished in Cumbria, and wind blows the leaves from the trees. I cannot say for certain that summer actually visited these regions. Autumn has certainly made an appearance, with more than a head round the door. I post […]

What Happens Now

Here is an old story out of my archive. It was published in Dream Catcher magazine in 2004. The Mars globe comes from The Little Planet Factory.               WHAT HAPPENS NOW   Elizabeth Stott     My father does not see me these days. What he sees, I suspect, […]

Soft Robots

Recently, I had the luck to see the new ‘Robots’ exhibition at the Science Museum in London, described as ‘The 500-year quest to make machines human’. I found it fascinating, and often moving. Robots derive from our desire to fulfil and satisfy human needs, whether practical or emotional, and are, perhaps, better contextualised within the […]

Ninety Minus

Had my mother lived, she would have celebrated her 90th birthday on 17 January this year. Sadly she died long before old age, before the arrival of her seven grandchildren. I have outlived her in raw age, but somehow still conjure her as a woman thirty years my senior. I suspect that she would have […]


A short poem for the season.     Perihelion     The geometry of time finds a minimum and a maximum So near, so far, from the sun. Perihelion. In the North, Day’s end is quick. The night comes on too soon. In the South, It is summer’s end.     Count the hours, the […]