Author: waylander

I found this buried in an old tome at the back of a very old library in Germany many years ago. At first I thought…

The Mad Pup is starting to treat The Terrorist with a little more respect these days. OK it took The Terrorist biting her ear to…

This day in 1944 3 of my uncles and my father moved towards the Normandy coast. My uncles were in the Army. my father in…

I’ve been on this site now for over 6 years. In that time I’ve seen members come and go. Some friends, others merely a name.…

Many years ago, when I was another person and considerably fitter, some friends and I were in our local pub. It had just been re-done…

Those who have read my earlier musings about my Terrorist will know that 10 minutes’ walk from where I live is a golf course and…

I have deleted my picture as I have just found myself grafted onto some strange body in one of the groups. I am not a…

Back in our school days everyone chased the pretty girls, but had you ever noticed these pretty girls usually had a friend? Yes that’s the…

I was taught to listen in my very early teens. I was taught by a highlander. A woodsman. A stalker. Not of people, but of…