Plant Mystery

I cannot help but gaze out of the meeting room window, into the gardens of The Resource Centre, in Wickham Market, and notice the beautiful orange roses and the massive shrub with beautiful orange flowers. I have no idea what it is, though! It’s a massive shrub of about 14ft x 16ft. I’ve not seen… Read More

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Writing Newsflash!

I have been dabbling with short stories and this week, I published three of them onto Amazon Kindle. If you are an Amazon Kindle Unlimited member, you will be able to download my e-books for free.  If not, then they are just £2.30. I hope you enjoy them.     (C) Dean Parsons. 2019.

Award Winning Artist Deciphers Codes

“How can we speak the same language and not understand each other, or be understood in a glance without saying a word?  Porcelain, paper pulp and ping pong balls attempt to decipher personal codes.  I’m constantly tripping over my words, like I’m wearing them two sizes too big.” – Tina Hannay. In 2017 local artist,… Read More

A Kiss to Remember

One of the most renowned and outstanding pieces of art was recently within touching  distance from where I was stood.  On the perimeter, a high, red-bricked wall and some black wrought iron gates.  We, being my other-half and our friend, passed through the gates to be met by a beautiful public garden.  This tranquil gem… Read More

Aunty Ann’s Oak Tree

Today, I have been thinking back over the most beautiful autumn, here in Suffolk, this year.  Our little cottage garden is a haven of nature.  It is a place of sanctuary and escape for us and, we hope, a haven for wildlife. Back in October, one afternoon, I decided to spend an hour looking after… Read More

Being a Case Study

I arrived with a good twenty minutes to spare.  It had started to rain, as I drove into the tiny double-level car park.  I found a little bit of chaos going on.  The car park was full, with no sign warning drivers that there were no available spaces.  Cars were still driving in.  Some drivers… Read More

Doctors in Training

It’s 1am and I am sitting at my desk in quiet contemplation.  In a little under ten hours, I will be the focus of attention for a number of Junior Doctors who are in training.  I have been invited in to my local Doctor’s surgery, which is also a training school for part of the… Read More

Nanny ‘Snips

  “I remember an old woman with long white hair, in two plaits.  She is sitting in a rocking chair, gently rocking back and forth as she watches the flames flicker in the fireplace.  She has an old cream coloured, woolly shawl around her shoulders.  Beneath that, a white blouse.  She is wearing long, heavy,… Read More

Ringing the Bells of Change

Today, I have been reflecting about the lovely clinic in Wickham Market that I now practice from as one of my therapy venues.  Depending on the day and time, I sometimes arrive to the cheerful sound of a peel of Church bells.  This always makes me smile, as I think of busy villagers getting ready… Read More

Words in Cryogenic Suspension

“You never have to change anything you got up in the middle of the night to write.” – Saul Bellow. From midnight to 3am, while my village falls silent and stars twinkle against the vast blackness of the sky, most people around me travel to the ‘Land of Nod’.  That is where they experience adventurous… Read More