The Nile – the land that tourists forgot

Cruising down the Nile watching the world go by is one of my favourite memories.

We would rise early, explore a world famous site, return to the boat and then set sail to a new destination.

Its a fabulous experience, that sadly many tourists are now missing out on.

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Career Change – so many options, so why is it so difficult?

Having been given the option from my previous employer, to leave and move on, I thought it would be relatively easy to work out what my next career move would be.

How wrong I was. So what’s the problem?

Filters!

Filters are the obstacles put there by your doubtful mind: I cant do that; I don’t know anything about that; it will take to long to learn; how will I pay my bills?

What can I do about it? Keep taking action towards my goal and don’t lose faith!

Escaping to a New Life

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Escape!.”

I have a plan to break-free!

I have to be careful … make sure I cover my tracks. Nothing left lying around … carelessly, that would reveal my intentions.

This has been going on too long… bullying me.  “You are totally useless!” , “You are a complete failure!”, “Everyone knows you are pathetic!”.

But I have a plan to break-free!

I have to listen to it everyday. Some days are worse than others. Constantly belittling me, a never ending barrage of hurtful abuse, driving me further and further down into that circling pit of despair. All the time in the world, no where to go, nothing to do – other than lash out at me.

But I have a plan to break-free!

You see … I have been thinking. I don’t have to take this. If I can build-up some courage, learn to take one step forward at a time – then I can fight back. I can move on and create a new life, far removed from this one.

No more abuse, no more intimidation, that reign of terror will be over

You see … I have a plan to break-free!

Its going to take time, maybe 6 months, maybe longer – but I will do it.

I will overcome that inner voice that holds me back!

A Nation holding its shovel

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Truth Serum.”

“The Moors Murders” – carried out by Ian Brady and his girlfriend Myra Hindley. Five children aged 10 to 17, murdered in and around the town of Saddleworth, Lancashire, three of them buried on the moors.

I have a recollection of the trial itself – I was a 60s child growing up in Lancashire. For me, its both a local story and a national tragedy.

A  crime Britain would never forget, a crime its people would never forgive. Jailed in 1966, the perpetrators could never be released – we, a Nation, would never allow it.

Hindley died in jail in 2002. Brady remains in his cell to this day.

The killings began in 1963 and ended in October 1965 when, after a tip-off, Police discovered the body of Edward Evans in an apartment at 16 Wardle Brook Avenue. Soon after the bodies of John Kilbride and Lesley Anne Downey were discovered in graves on Saddleworth Moor.

Brady and Hindley denied their crimes, instead putting the blame on someone else.

In 1985 the pair finally admitted to five murders in total. The body of Pauline Read was discovered on the moors. Sadly the remains Keith Bennett remain somewhere ….. waiting to be recovered.

If I was in possession of a vial of truth serum, I would give it to Brady before he dies. After all, he claims to be cooperative, so he would be only too willing to oblige?

I don’t wish to know why. I don’t wish to know what he got from it. I would have one question – “where is the body of Keith Bennett?”

2015 would come too late for Winnie Bennett. She died in 2012 … broken. She never what for. She never knew why. She never got what she longed for … to bury her boy.

But we could. We could bring closure on her behalf.

It still has its magic for me

In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Re-springing Your Step.”

I don’t see much of them these days, my children that is … my two grown up children – especially at the same time.

Xmas eve 2014 was the first time in twelve months they had both stayed over. So our brief time together was fabulous.

It was the usual … visiting family, too much to eat, too much to drink – especially me. I sometimes think it is me who has yet to grow up.

My son left home to study at University four years ago. He has matured and learned a lot since he left. He is level headed, compassionate, takes everything in his stride, doesn’t get stressed, doesn’t lose sleep over issues he cant control. Three years in a big city opened his eyes so the fact there is a world out there and its his for the taking. When he finished his three years he moved on somewhere else. He wont come back to this town, and I don’t blame him. He has ambitions and there is a much better chance of fulfilling them elsewhere.

My daughter also moved away to University, she is in her final year. Like her brother, she plans to move on somewhere else. Surprisingly, she hasn’t yet made her mind up what she wants to do – its so unlike her. That apart she is determined, focused and at times … bloody minded. She has always loved studying – all through high school, college years, and now studying in in York. Its a fantastic place for a student-life – so much there… so much history … so many places of interest … and so many PUBS!

I imagine it is strange for the pair of them seeing little of each other. They spent 18 years living under the same roof – fighting, arguing, strops. But you know what is pleasing for me, even though they are apart – they seem close.

And when might I see them both again ?

… roll on Xmas!