Lone Star Parson

  The plan was elegant, compelling in its simplicity. Viz. Say Morning Prayer, walk Blue Terminator to the Pick 'n Steal, then fish and ...

  After celebrating the great Feast of Pentecost on Sunday it seemed right to go fishing on Monday. That was the plan and let me tell you, I...

  It's May, here in Texas, and you'd expect the kind of light and heat which promises blast furnace, frontier intensity in a month o...

  Yes, it's raining as I type this letter from the front, the front of our War Against The Weather (WATW). But unlike Wales, the Republi...

Thunder rolled across the sky like the opening barrage on the Kursk salient as lightning cracked and exploded, shaking the Compound...

Darkness, thunder, rain. No, this wasn't downtown Aberystwyth in July, it was Texas in February. Climate change experts tell us t...

As Jules points out on her engaging literary site , there's a background sound to Texas. It's mostly cicadas,  their static ris...

Roaring in the heavens, consternation and turbulence on the face of the waters and distress amongst men. It's a lot like the battle...

It started off like one of Michael Avenatti's clients, misty rain, but this is Texas not the Cotswolds, so fine April spray soon tu...

Like all good plans, this one was simple. Walk the dog to the Pick 'n Steal, get some coffee, say Morning Prayer, take care of imme...

It rained yesterday evening. Seriously, no kidding, it rained. Clouds rolled in, lightning flashed, thunder rolled and water fell from ...

You know what it's like. Walk out the door and you're in an oven, a preheating oven and there's no respite. Open the door ...