Medieval Scribbles

Immediately to the left as they entered the hospital was a small chapel with a window facing onto the street. It was for the specific use of...

I have decided this week to take a small diversion away from my own fictional writing, and instead relate one of the ‘real’ miracles of Sai...

With so many pilgrims making the journey to Canterbury, despite the unseasonable weather, the two knights found upon enquiry that all the in...

Hugh gazed at the two tall rounded stone towers stretching upwards, flanking the wooden gates of the city. All towns were encircled by a wal...

Canterbury , September 1220             “Damn.” Richard Siward grumbled to his companion Hugh Mansel as he rearranged his dark woollen...

For as long as I can remember I have always wanted to be a writer. However I’ve realised that I cannot keep telling people I’m an aspiring ...