John Burke's a-Musings

I've received a few nice emails recently complimenting me on the few bits of poetry in my King Arthur book, King and King To Be . The...

In August 1983 I found myself pushing through the undergrowth of a forest near a village called Beetham in north Lancashire. The path - or p...

When I was a teenager, I used to cycle to this mound and imagine it was the gateway to an underworld. That if you lay on the grass and list...

It was Fran's birthday yesterday so we had a trip out today. It's been a bit of a dark dismal day but sometimes I quite like that a...