Four-star review on

A ransom is demanded from the Governor, which he pays in hopes of recovering his niece, but things go awry and the pirates get away with the loot and the captives.

Author, David Bryant has done his research and the depiction of the famous pirate characters is very well done as well as the descriptive scenes that allows the reader to see Jamaica and the Caribbean sea trade as it was in that time period.

It is a tale of honor in unexpected places and ways, as well as deception and ruthless treachery in others.

If you like tales from the eighteenth century on the high seas, you will enjoy this book and it’s characters.Tread Carefully on the Sea cover pictureIMG_0490

Five-star review on Goodreads

Although I had known of the film ‘Treasure Island’ I had never watched it or read about it, but the names of ‘Long John Silver’ and ‘Captain Flint’ were also known to me. I guessed their characters but not much else. This book intrigued me as it let me delve into a possible world of these men. Pirates were always the bad men and rightly so in many cases, yet I found myself ‘liking’ Captain Flint especially!

Dark November

Dark November takes the helm

For 30 days Earth will be his realm

Dimming the light and stripping the trees

Driving rain before his hefty breeze


Dark November sends animals to burrow

Trying to escape his malicious furrow

But he’ll penetrate field and hill

Trying to achieve the record chill


The TV forecast is crisp and clear

Overcast, no sunshine here

Frost and ice, so coat on body, hat on head

November looks to freeze you dead


November, he will make us haggard

Drained of energy, spirit daggered

He’s a sadist to the core

Laughing at his deadly score


November, you are cruel and mean

With nothing to mitigate your extreme

What was it made you so bitter?

Are you jealous of the summer big hitters?


Global warming he ignores

To him, the pundits are narcissistic bores

If they claim he’s getting milder

He’ll tune his dial to weather wilder


November will hold sway

But like all, he must give way

He’ll take his leave, but remember

Next comes that darker lord, December


Copyright: David K. Bryant, October 30th, 2018



Tyred (tired)

What a stress it is to put air in tyres (American translation = tires). You sit there waiting behind some lame-brain who can’t figure out how to work the machine, what the pressure should be, what to do with the caps once removed, how to fit the hose to the valves, doing contortions trying to watch the screen, fumbling around to retrieve the caps, giving the tyres a kick, climbing back aboard, fiddling with the seat belt, setting the GPS, at last chugging away. Then it’s your turn. Wait, how do you work this damn thing? Oh God, I’ve forgotten what the pressure should be. This damn hose won’t fit the valve. Can’t see the screen. What did I do with those caps? Better kick the tyres coz I’m not sure I did it right. Hell, there’s some impatient driver staring at me like I’m taking too long. For God’s sake, seat belt, will you please clip in. GPS, I do not want to go where I went last Friday. I want to go somewhere different today. For God’s sake, find it. Well, it’s time to chug away.

Europe doesn’t exist.

So here in the UK we are arm-wrestling with Europe, trying to get out of its stranglehold and yet wanting to be just good friends.

Europe, what’s that?

Is it Belgian chocolate, a la carte, saurkraut, spaghetti, ouzo, Guinness, pastries? Well try putting that lot together – at least it could be an exciting meal.

Let’s think about some places that are geographically defined – North America, South America, Australia. They all have their idiosyncrasies, but they look like they were designed.

Europe? Is it a place at all? It’s stuck on to Asia, so it doesn’t make a lot of sense as a single entity.

Ok, well something must join it together. A common language? Nope. A common currency? Well they had to invent one and not all the 28 of the European Union went along with that.

Well, maybe it’s a place that can be brought under one regime. Ask the Romans, Napoleon, Hitler and Stalin how that went.

Where does this Europe start and end? To the West is it the UK and Ireland? Seems not. The UK voted out, the Irish want to stay in. To the East, oh that’s easy – the Turkish Straits are the Europe/Asia boundary. So why, then, does Turkey want to be in Europe?

In the 50 states of the USA, different as they are, there are things that bind them – the dollar, the flag, the FBI, the president’s executive power.

In Europe there is no natural bond. It’s hard to see what a frozen Finn and a sunburned Spaniard have in common. What about Switzerland – sitting in the middle of it all, yet not part of it?

There is no Europe. That’s why those who have tried to create one have buried themselves in bureaucracy and trivia, and why they spend an awful lot of money trying to make an homogeneous thing out of something that is not.

Please, countries of Non-Europe, keep your wonderful individuality. Pasta should be forever Italian, Gouda should be forever Dutch, Danish bacon should be forever …

Britain, you would die without fish and chips and warm beer.




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