Deep in the dark depths of a sunless gorge, not very far from the high moody moors, there is a tiny village hall.
Lynton’s very own Roddy Haswell, master of word and nonsense.
Tired of all that doom and gloom?
Ready for some fun with words, and thoughtful antidotes to the propaganda poison? Roddy Haswell brings his over-70-years of life experience to your aid!
He’s a Big Kid, interested in anything and everything, and desperate to share with you some poems, short stories and novels that will bring a smile to your face and offer a fresh view on the world. Following a career in the pioneering days of computing, he has retrained in many ways, finally discovering, via an A* in English Literature and teaching English to children and non-English speakers, that writing is his passion.
After spending 16 months living a travelling no-fixed-abode lifestyle with his lovely wife Dawn, he now lives in beautiful Lynton, North Devon. ‘Enjoy Life!’ is his motto; so don’t delay, and brighten your day, by sampling one of his refreshing (and maybe challenging!) offerings.
The story so far … it is a dismal day in a small, local village hall, the home of Harry, the hairy spider.
The story so far … Harry is practising his new hobby of tap dancing. Monsters arrive. They look like gangsters to poor Harry.
Harry the Spider is encouraged by the arrival of his friend Lola, with her slender smooth legs.
Harry and Lola encourage their friends to come out of hiding
Don’t judge, the little shop with the fudge. The mouth of the Lyn, in the pub for a gin. From the fourteenth-century inn.
Don’t despair – don’t be glum. Beyond dark clouds, there’s still the sun.