Roads to Joy

Today’s entry in these Roads to Joy musings, memoirs, poems and stories may seem to be about animals, but in fact it’s really about the timeless truth: there’s no place like home. Ain’t it the truth, ain’t it the truth! So click your ruby slippers, Dorothy, and let’s begin.

This story began, as many of my efforts do, as an entry to a competition which doubled up as fulfilment of a task in our local Writing Group. It brought me a lot of joy, writing it, especially as it’s a kind of running memoir of a search that eventually elicited a joyful result. So I hope it repays the slight inconvenience of an extra link, and the few minutes it will take to read it. I didn’t want to clog up subscribers’ In boxes with a big file, so if you do want to read more, it’s best to click and see on this one.

. . . or, Otter Madness

[A story in bemused mode, just under 2000 words]