#WRITEPHOTO – Open by inkdrops

A tempting 🎂 entry by  inkdrops

Outwards, the garden gate swings
presenting a spot for
everyone to enjoy sometime amongst the
nice weather, amongst the fragrant flowers

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows an entranceway in amongst some stone walls to a bright green garden.

Open – Image by KL Caley

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto prompt

Much Love

#WRITEPHOTO – Open by The Bag Lady 

An intriguing entry by The Bag Lady 

Julie was drawn into the doorway by a bright beam of sunshine that never seemed to show on her side of the garden. What iniquity she thought to herself, is that why this door had always been closed? 

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#writephoto Open – The Bag Lady

For visually challenged writersthe image shows an entranceway in amongst some stone walls to a bright green garden.

Open – Image by KL Caley

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto prompt

Much Love


Afternoon Everyone,

Welcome to the weekly #writephoto prompt!

Opening before you is this perfect green space.

A symbol?

A secret meeting place?

Or just some room to roam? Let your imagination show us what lies beyond the archway.

Open – Image by KL Caley

For visually challenged writers, the image shows an entranceway in amongst some stone walls to a bright green garden.

The regulars already know this bit, but for those that don’t:

  • Each Thursday at Noon GMT I will post the #writephoto prompt
  • Use the image and prompt as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose, as long as it is fairly family-friendly.
  • Please have your entries linked back to the original prompt post by the following Tuesday at Noon GMT.
  • Link back to this post with a pingback (Hugh has an excellent tutorial here)  and/or leave a link in the comments below, to be included in the round-up.
  • Please click their links to visit the blogs of other contributors and take time to read and comment on their work.
  • Use the #writephoto hashtag in your title so your posts can be found.
  • There is no word limit and no style requirements, except that your post must take inspiration from the image and/or the prompt word given in the title of this post.
  • Feel free to use #writephoto logo or include the prompt photo in your post if you wish, or you may replace it with one of your own to illustrate your work.
  • By participating in the #writephoto challenge, please be aware that your post may be featured as a reblog on this blog and I will link to your post for the round-up each week.

If you need some more inspiration or fancy a bit of light reading, check out last weeks round-up.

I can’t wait to read your creations.

Take Care.

KL ❤

#Writephoto Round-Up – DOOR

Dusk had cast a shadowy vale across the priory. The groundsman circled the property. Its crumbling walls and labyrinth of once-bustling arched walkways had immediately enticed him to the job. Yet now, alone, light fading, he began to second guess himself. Perhaps he was just hungry? Sitting on one of the tumbled walls, he rummaged in his satchel and retrieved the cling-filmed sarnies and flask of tea. The silence of the moors seemed to sing to him in the background as he chewed.
In fact, the singing seemed to be growing louder. Finishing his bate, he brushed off the crumbs, tidied up and began to follow the sounds. It would likely be some kids playing a prank, or some interactive thing triggered by a mouse, nothing to worry about, he told himself. Yet, the hairs standing to attention on the back of his hands told another story.
Approaching one of the larger walls, he spotted a small but robust-looking door. Trying the handle he found it locked. He reached into his satchel and pulled out the collection of keys, then after a brief selection, he found one that fit in the lock. Turning the handle, he pulled the door open and a gust of musty air drifted out to greet him. A choir of celestial voices permeated the darkness, louder than anything he had ever heard. Yet, behind the door was just darkness. Snatching the torch from his pocket, he shone it into the gloomy darkness, yet all he could see was the dancing dust in the air, caused only by his disturbance. He opened the door wider and shone the torch into each corner of the room, searching for the sound system which was surely making the noise, but none could be found. Then the voices stopped. A whispered voice came out of the darkness and said “You must go!”.
He hastily locked the door and made his way back to the car, where he remained the rest of the evening. He never returned to the site of the singing voices.

Door – Image by KL Caley

I love this little door. It can be found at Mount Grace Priory in North Yorkshire at the beginning of the moors. It’s one of my favourite places to visit, nestled at the foothills of the moors, despite being a hair width from a dual carriageway, it is incredibly peaceful and calming.

We’ve had so many wonderful responses this week. I have tried to reblog a few since the post went out so hopefully, you will have seen some trickling through, but here is the list below (if I have missed anyone, please let me know). It makes for fantastic reading.


I hope you’ll join me for another #writephoto challenge published today at 12 o’clock GMT. This week’s challenge is OPEN.

Thank you all again for taking part in #writephoto – Door

Take Care
KL ❤

Mother Now

As she looked into his tiny eyes, still so milky and new,

her heart doubled in size, she was a mother now she knew.

His fingers curling, grasping at nothing and batting with no control,

she caressed them gently, saying how much she loved him so.

Her little one, the very thing that had wrapped around her heart,

evoked bravery, fierceness and loyalty so loved from the start.

Life would never be the same, from this very day,

Yet now she couldn’t imagine it any other way.

Originally written in response to WQW prompt – Mother’s Day.

“Rest your head close to my heart never to part, baby of mine.”

Review of The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

📖 I decided last year to try to push myself to read more classic literature as although I read in quite a variety of genres, I do tend to stick with mostly modern writers (although To Kill a Mockingbird is still an all-time favourite, as is Rebecca). This little book was sitting in the library looking up at me and with a brief read of the cover, I thought I would give it a go.

Cover – The Bookshop

✍️ Penelope Fitzgerald was an English novelist, poet, essayist and biographer. In 2008, The Times included her in a list of “The 50 greatest British writers since 1945”. This book was Penelope Fitzgerald’s second novel, and was her first to be shortlisted for the Booker Prize.

🗣 I often think it’s useful to see an extract of a book to get an idea of the writing style. Here is a brief extract so that you can see a sample of the writing yourself:

She drove back one morning from Flintmarket to find the premises full of twelve- and thirteen-year-old boys in blue jerseys. They were Sea Scouts, they told her.
‘How did you get in?’
‘Mr Raven got the key from the plumber,’ said one of the children, square and reliable as a straw-bale.
‘He’s not your skipper, is he?’
‘No, but he told us to come over to yours. What do you want doing?’

👓 This book is primarily told from the point of Florence Green. A widow, who against the advice of most of those she knows, opens a bookshop in a small town. The town is virtually cut off from the outside world and Florence hopes that the bookshop will both bring the community together and bring a bit of worldview as she brings in books from published books from further afield.

👫 Initially Florence gains some support and even trains a young, streetwise girl to become her assistant but as is always the case with small towns, there are several busybodies but in Florence’s case, from the outset, there are those determined that her bookshop will not succeed.

💔 Any Negatives: I’m really perplexed reviewing this book. It has a bookshop (always a win), the writing evokes the time period and location very well, and I did like Florence. However the book itself feels very slow-moving (despite being a rather short book), and without giving any spoilers, I hated the ending which left me feeling very flat and as if I had trudged through the previous pages pointlessly. I am intrigued to see the movie and see if it brings more positivity to this story.

💭 Overall View: Perhaps I was expecting too much from this little book, sacrilege to all bookworms but I am holding out hope that the movie overshadows it.

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Tile Tales – Harmony

Harmony by KL Caley – Nature Kit

This post feels so positive. I am not green-fingered but I am learning.

Do you enjoy time with mother nature?

Today’s tale was made with the Nature Kit

Want to play along?

I love playing around with the magnetic poetry blocks.
I’m no poetry writer so I prefer to create a short story of sorts.
The kits can be found here (and they are free):

KL 💗

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#WRITEPHOTO – Door by Trent’s World

An intriguing entry by Trent’s World:

Another day, another dozen old buildings.  A lot of them were called “castles”, some “towers” and then there were the ancient manor houses, though anything newer than 15th century was right out.  This struck me as strange since most of the restoration jobs made these places about as authentic as Disneyland.

OK, I’ll admit, my sense of romance had worn a little thin after the first dozen.  As I entered, my first thought went to lack of indoor plumbing and how cold and damp they must have been.  Brrr. 

And let’s face it, it wasn’t just the castles.  I had lost the romance over pretty much everything in life. 

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a grey wooden traditional door set amongst some stone walls.

Door – Image by KL Caley

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto prompt

Much Love

#WRITEPHOTO – Door by pensitivity101

A sweet entry by pensitivity101

Agnes was fascinated by the door in the wall.
Whenever she asked where it led, she never got a direct answer until her aunt came to stay.
‘Ah,’ she said that sunny afternoon.
‘The door goes to wherever you want. It can be a garden, a castle, an island, a forest, anywhere that takes your fancy. You just have to believe.’
Agnes pondered over that for the next hour, and as her aunt sat comfortably in the gazebo with her afternoon tea laced with scotch (that no-one was supposed to know about), she decided to try it out.
Dressed in sensible shoes and a light coat, Agnes walked down the steps and was just about to try the latch when the head gardener bellowed across the lawn
‘Where do you think you’re going, young lady?’

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a grey wooden traditional door set amongst some stone walls.

Door – Image by KL Caley

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto prompt

Much Love

#WRITEPHOTO – Door by Tessa Dean

An intriguing entry by Tessa Dean – what’s behind the door?

Walking along the outer stone wall we wondered what was behind it. The wall was too tall to see over and so we kept on walking along the outside and eventually, we came to a very small door. My husband Troy and I wondered what was behind the wall, but the little door was too small for us to go through. We wondered if it would even open. Troy played with the door latch and finally got it open, but we still couldn’t see what was inside as there was a wall a couple of feet inside the door and it blocked our vision. 

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For visually challenged writersthe image shows a grey wooden traditional door set amongst some stone walls.

Door – Image by KL Caley

Thank you so much for taking part in the #Writephoto prompt

Much Love