Certificate PG

sandcastles and running through the tall grasses that grew along the shoreline a boy with shaky knees hazel eyes and brown hair lost socks and wet...

Old Jock wheezed. He tried to stir his body and sit up in his hospice bed, but all he could do was lift his head off the pillows a smidgen to take a...

She took my picture in the shower when I was twenty one. She showed it in a gallery. Her friends admired me on the wall till I was twenty five. Then...

To boldly go where no one has written before. To write new stories and carve out new territories in literature. To take the imagination further out than it has ever been before. Caldey Island, off the south Pembrokeshire coast of Wales, within sight of Tenby and its beaches, is a place of escape and contemplation. A writer’s convention or gathering descend upon the island, a new venture to encourage the arts and stimulate ideas. Nick has come here to find peace and quiet, and to use the facilities to talk to other writers and meet people of like minds. Clutching his precious bag, which contains notebooks, with some of his current writing, and some which was done a couple of years before and has already typed onto his computer files back home, and his wads of paper, some of which has been written on. He has also brought a couple of memory sticks, with copies of many of his works. He gets onto the boat at the beach, using the mobile quay platform. The boatmen help him on. He must save his writing from any spray and waves which may come over the sides of the boat.