5,7,5 – 365  16th December 2015

5,7,5 – 365
16th December 2015

A haiku, and a diary entry (not for the Peterborough Tourist Board), every day for a year.  

Peterborough is not my favourite city but I visit every day. What it lacks in charm and warmth, it makes up for in some small part by having a rail link into London. Poor public transport links to the city from the outlying countryside and villages, stupidly expensive station parking (£14 a day!) and the ever expanding controlled parking zones haven’t done anything to help – I long for the day that I won’t have to return again. Yesterday morning however, as I walked to the station through the dark, the city’s usual sounds muffled by the fog – blackbirds calling from the trees, front garden hedges and lights through front door windows took me back to my teenage newspaper delivery route and for a moment at least there was something comforting and familiar about the place.


This morning, arriving a little later, the cold, charmless light of day has broken through the illusion and I’m walking through Peterborough again, a place at its best before sunrise.


Dawn streetlight bird song

Orange fog muffled traffic 

Memories of home

5,7,5 – 365  30th November 2015 

5,7,5 – 365

30th November 2015

A haiku, sometimes two, and a diary entry, every day for a year. 


It’s Monday morning and there is little to cheer me up on the drive to the station. It’s dark this morning, the skies are heavy grey and it’s raining. As it begins to get a little lighter, the naked, art print trees stand out black against the sky, doing nothing to lift my mood. Once sat on the train I play around with the words for a haiku with no help from iOS 9, which offers up the wrong words as I type or mistakes an opening line for an attempted diary entry.


Against wet grey skies

Stark black and white photo trees

Darkening my mood




Grey Monday morning

iPad offers of diary

Helpful but soulless