The Taylor View – a new business magazine

A new business magazine has launched recently called The Taylor View. It is a quarterly magazine with in-depth business content, premium fashion, culture and art, and has high end design, photography and finish. It is available in print and online.

And Liz and Hatty wrote THIS for it. Read away:

These are a few of my favourite things…dude.

You know when you bring together two of your favourite things? When you deliberately cause a convergence for the purposes of extra-strength happiness? Well, that.

I’ve brought Dawes to Laugharne. She has, after all, listened to my incessant bleating (about Laugharne, not just in general, but to be fair quite a lot of that as well) for a good 18 months and I have piqued her curiosity sufficiently to persuade her to join me for the weekend. Oh, the kicking and the screaming. The veritable twisting of her rubber arm.

So here we are – just about still, as we have to go home today – sitting at my table in the Reading Room at Browns, being productive. For me, that’s writing THIS, in case you hadn’t realised. She is taking endless selfies, trying to find a good one because she’s been promised a slot in Browns Famous Clientele. That really does exist. Check their Facebook page if you don’t believe me.

During the last three days Dawes has met a lot of new people and, due to how notoriously bad she is at remembering names, the men of Laugharne have been rechristened. This is not necessary for the women as she always remembers them, but the males of the species each require a descriptive moniker, complete with the universal suffix of ‘Dude’. Plus, it’s just TOO funny. Are you ready? Here goes. We have: Pug Dude (owns a part-pug called Brian), Pelican Dude (lives in a house called the Pelican), Builder Dude and Baker Dude (self-explanatory), Next-Door Dude, Landlord Dude, Camera Dude (see ‘Toxic Twins’), Her Dude (his wife was there), Pink Dude, Northern Dude, Nobody-knows-Tall-Dude and, in a stroke of pure genius, All the Young Dudes, who is SO Young that he hasn’t the faintest idea what that even means. At present, we are hoping that a suitably feminine specimen will pitch up. Are you there yet? Yes? Of course you are. Dude Looks Like a Lady. (If all else fails, there’s one of them in Llanidloes. He looks divine in a frilly blouse, feather boa and sparkly eye-shadow – the heaven-sent ringlet-haloed love child of Jim Morrison and Marc Bolan – but that’s a whole other story). The women have been the best though. Natalie (the Platonic Ideal of barmaids), Nia (hilarious), Annie (the Ninja Knitter) and Jean (kind enough to wash Dawes’s trousers after an unfortunate love-in with Natalie’s dog).

The thing about Laugharne is that it’s a place where it’s really unbelievably easy to hang out and do nothing. Since arriving three days ago, we’ve achieved this admirably. To be perfectly honest, the most effortful part of it all was spending Saturday getting over Friday. There was chips and cheese, and G&T and sitting by the sea all involved in that. Also coffee and snoozes. So, it comes now to a rainy bank holiday Monday, looking out of the window at the beautiful, bright green Pelican, trying to stay present and not think of later. You know, it’s not even that I don’t like what I have to be doing tomorrow. I do. It’s just that I won’t be here. Dawes – I loves ya, Dude. Thanks for being here too.

Readers… they liked it!

Greetings all,

Roving reporter Richmond coming to you from beautifully sunny Wales, where (amongst other things) I completed a 2700-word short story and gave a poetry reading (of my own stuff, a ‘terrible triptych of truth’) to much laughter and applause! I kid you not.

Anyway, we told you last time of a magazine commission which had come in and on which we duly executed a Richmond/Dawes double-act. Anyway, they liked it and I’m told it’ll be out imminently. What a relief, cos, well, you never know do you?

As for the burst of holiday-driven creativity, I reckon its something to do with the place I’m in. For those acquainted with Mr D Thomas and the small, strange town of Llareggub, you’ll know exactly what I mean and although it may not be the best photography in the world, here’s a quick look at what for me is the very best view.

Until the next time, my lovelies, I bid you a fond farewell.




Sorry for the silence, chaps.. or, when Living Life and Writing gets in the way of LiveLifeWrite…

What’s that about empty barrels making more noise? No, I’m not hungry…more like trying to find a suitably witty way of explaining what we’ve been a bit quiet.

Chickens, children, clients, commuting and real-life writing all prevail. Not necessarily in that order. This weekend we’re on point (or is it en pointe? Must look it up..) for a magazine piece in the launch edition of a brand new publication. This is all good.

If you know our stuff you’re probably up to date with Liz’s exploits – domestic or otherwise – on Fighting Fifty. If you’re not, do take a look as, quite frankly, it’s bloody good and mostly very funny. She’s also been working on corporate copy for a professional services client. My novel continues, slowly. ‘Nuff said!

Adieu for now, my friends. We’ll see you soon xxx

Did I mention…..

…. that you can buy the best selling anthology featuring a fabulous short story by Liz? Go to our shop for a speedy link. It’s a perfect stocking filler for Christmas, though I should probably add the health warning that it is really only readable by your more *ahem* raucous friends and relatives…..


Wonderful Wales, Lovely Laugharne..

Hi all – Hatty here. I’m writing from the bar of the brilliant Brown’s Hotel – – former haunt of Laugharne local, Dylan Thomas. To be honest, I’ve spent most of my days here this week, absorbing the way things just ‘are’ here. Even though its high season for holidays, you’d never really know it. Everyone just mixes in and I can honestly say I’ve never felt so welcome as a stranger in town.

When I started my original blog, Everyday Alchemy, my intent was to capture the moments that can pass us by; to celebrate the minor miracles of everyday that often go unnoticed. If there was ever a place that captures that idea, its here. I’m not sure I can do it justice in words, but even though I’m still here, the memories of magic move me, and I am already regretting tomorrow’s departure.

If you look online for images of Laugharne, you’ll get the magnificent ruined castle, Dylan’s boathouse, the receding tide revealing the flats and salt marshes, the densely wooded headland above the unique town that’s the likely inspiration for Under Milk Wood. You’ll see all that and more and indeed I have such photographs of my own. For me, though, this is the picture that captures it. When I took it, Mr Gibson said “that’s it, Twitterbird. That’s the picture of our time here”.

We’d just been sitting on Dylan’s Walk, dangling our feet over the flats when the tide had come in so fast we were ankle deep in a matter of minutes. The clouds were forming and reforming overhead, creating an ever-changing landscape in front of our eyes. To be moved by simple beauty to quiet tears of happiness is a rare and wonderful thing.

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On the beauty of friendship…whenever it comes your way.

I’ve spent the past week in Fairfax, Virginia, on a course to qualify in something that I thought I knew how to do before. Turns out I didn’t, but that’s another story. I do now, so that’s OK.

I was the sole Brit in the class and – in the face of the unknown – feeling very true to type (INFJ for those in the know). Anyway, we were there to learn about personality type, how to test for it and how to facilitate groups and individuals in understanding themselves and others in a more enlightened way. As you might imagine, in this, as in all such things, self-discovery comes first.

On day 2 I met Janet. Well, I say met. Technically we’d met the previous day (the class numbered but 17 in total) but had been sitting apart. I’m trying to pinpoint the part where I just ‘knew’ we were destined to be friends. It might well have been a exchanged glance at the comment of someone else. Very likely, in fact. There were a few of those throughout the week and a shared wavelength is almost irresistible, particularly when it feels like conspiracy. Get to the back of the class!!

We spent the latter part of the week sitting together after being paired for some activity or other. There seemed no need to change the arrangement after that. On the last day we connected online having shared stories of friends and relationships, politics and values, children (hers – I have none) and grandchildren (hers again – I have none of those either. Obviously).

Now, going home, I know without doubt that regardless of how often we see each other, she is one of my People.

The rest of you select and special ones know who exactly you are and I love you.


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