Fiontan Fleming
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Fiontan Fleming
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Writer, musician, optimist. Stories, tunes, happy outcomes. Numerous long and shortlistings in short story competitions. Published in Scribble, Parracombe Prize anthology, and Gemini Magazine #amwriting #amsubmitting
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Absolutely, with top quality production
A rare and wonderful thing, when a TV adaptation matches the joy of reading the book. Having a narrator works so well.

Leonard & Hungry Paul on BBC iPlayer - check it out.

Author: @ronanhession.bsky.social
Publisher: @ofmooseandmen.bsky.social
So evocative of my childhood in a farm cottage down a lane in Sussex.

I can even hear the rooks
Brilliant. That's some thrill
I imagine the book had a great hook
Thanks so much for sharing. A lovely composition. I can hear the rooks cawing in the bare trees on a winter's afternoon.

The dark line is the background could be the south downs
You're spot on.

The picture also brings memories of my upbringing on a farm in the high Weald of Sussex. The style of the building, colour of the bricks and shape of the trees are also spot on.
Not sure I'd want to work there. I've heard the vetting process is a stiff challenge.
Clotilde sitting next to me. 8 years old and epileptic. She's had a tough week. Hates car travel and had a trip to the vet on Thursday, 30 mins each way. Several teeth removed. Ouch.

Chilling nicely now.

#Caturday
Love the crossed legs.

He reminds me of a history teacher I had at school. Mr Nightingale. We called him Flo
On YouTube recently, I stumbled across a very early version she recorded with The Straws. Just wonderful.

I think she wrote it in her teens. Amazing
Love the colour scheme.

Probably of no interest to anyone else, but we had our daughter and family to stay last week, and all the clothes she picks for her nearly two-year-old are in that scheme. She dreads the day when he wants to choose his own clothes.
Thanks for asking. It's a collection of short stories linked by a common location and one character, sometimes central to the story, and sometimes just a mention.
Think Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout, or Winesberg Ohio by Sherwood Anderson.
That's kind of you. Many thanks 🙏
Hey. A top 5 placing in the Gemini magazine short story competition.

Not quite Fiontan Conquers America, but it still feels pretty cool

#amwriting #amsubmitting
Never seen this before. Wonderful. Thanks for posting.

Love it when the guitarist's strap comes undone. A brief moment of What The Heck and then the smile comes back.

Great backing vocals
2013 I started learning Greek from a CD in the car. First two weeks were hell. Nothing would stick. But then I could feel part of my brain waking up and getting excited (seriously) and never looked back.

Go for it
Sweltering weather, but couldn't take another day without a walk.

Two shots of the old donkey track between Paidohori and Macheroi in the Apokoronas region of Crete. Still open for use, and still the shortest route between the two villages.

#crete #apokoronas
With the tourist beaches only minutes away, this is the perfect Cretan walk through the shade of a cypress forest on the foothills of the White Mountains.

#crete #apokoronas
Evocative. Thanks for posting. The Gus Elen music hall song comes to mind:

Oh! it really is a wery pretty garden
And Chingford to the Eastward could be seen
Wiv a ladder and some glasses
You could see to 'Ackney Marshes
If it wasn't for the 'ouses in between
That looks like somewhere to sit and play banjo. Seriously.

(Sorry if you're not into old time banjo. Not trying to hijack your view)
Had the same tonight, Cretan size pork chops, with air fried potatoes and the biggest pile of salad.

I strongly recommend pouring the beverage before the chops get anywhere near the grill.

Or maybe that's just me
Without doubt, the most interesting post I've read for weeks.

Keep 'em coming.

I want to outdo you but don't know where to buy a gallon of shampoo. Further research required
Brings back memories of visits to Aunt Cait in Killarney, which always involved lunch at the Arbutus Hotel. It had a picture of the tree on its sign.

The drinks order would finish with her.

And for you, Madam?

A glass of milk, please