There are other writers in my large, extended family. The five Waters siblings had twenty-seven children, each with strong opinions and eclectic interests. Their views do not always align with mine and many of the interests are very different.
I have a cousin or two that have developed an interest in following my newsletters, one of whom sends me fairly regular feedback and commentary. Maybe I will cobble his e-mails into an article or two.
And then there is Simon Hunt. I always refer to Simon as my nephew. In reality, he is a cousin’s child. Thirty years ago, we met him at his family home in Bristol and he adopted us. Without his help, I could never have developed this web site. He is the web master and he hosts me on his servers. You can visit his web services page at https://www.ovaltwo.com. I am sure that he would like At Waters Edge site to be a little more artistic before launching. However, I just wanted to get started. It will get more visually exciting, maybe a bit more like Simon’s other professional web site that he uses to promote his wedding photography business. https://www.photographybysimon.com
I hope that they all choose to contribute and help make your visits to At Waters Edge more entertaining.
Christmas Poem 2022
A Visit from Saint Nicholas A Poem by Jonathan Potter – December 2022 ‘Twas the first mask-free Christmas, when all through the stores The vaccinated children were spewing their spores;The shoppers were eagerly starting to riotAs the introverts longed for some quarantine quiet. The public healthcare workers were tracing the pathOf the flu and RSV, […]
Christmas Poem 2021
A poem for Omicron Christmas to the theme of We’ll be Home for Christmas” We’re dreaming tonight of a place we loveEven more than we usually doAnd although we know it’s a long road backWe promise you We’ll be home for ChristmasIf we pass the testTravel bans and omicronHave made us feel less blest Christmas […]
Coming Home!
Morgan Waters, March 2021 You know that old saying, “you can never go home again”? I think it might be true – at least a little bit. I left Canada in 2005 with a big yellow backpack and no idea when I’d return. Thirteen years later I came back for good. I was a little […]