Christopher Lloyd
Bio
A lifetime in horticulture, of one sort or another - a life of lessons. And now a new identity; 'Retired'. Writing in the morning, bees and gardens in the afternoon and art in the evenings. That's the plan. When I can stick to it...
Stories (20)
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Harvest Breakfast
A Harvest Breakfast. Our kitchen window looks out onto the garden from between a vine of honeysuckle and a climbing rose. This morning, the sun-splashed garden is heavy with a late summer dew and the light breeze through the open window, laced with the scents of harvest and dust, has that fresh hint of autumn, just around the corner.
By Christopher Lloyd4 years ago in Feast
The Un-subtle Spirits
The Green Spirits. Notes: He actually wrote 'nots'. Mentally tutting himself he changed it, but his mind slewed off on it's own and he watched as the screen filled in front of him; there were days when he really felt he was just the pair of hands for someone else's mind.
By Christopher Lloyd4 years ago in Fiction
Heart of Hope
“I'll start with a picture: the torrential rain had flattened out the chop and stilled the wind as the watch scanned the sea for the first signs of our returning expedition. We had communicated that we expected to arrive before dusk, but the light was fading as the hidden sun sunk below the unseen Western horizon. At last they saw the ghostly outline of the Western Lady gradually take form, sliding through the downpour towards them.
By Christopher Lloyd5 years ago in Futurism
The Bees, the Bees.
The Bees, the Bees... My life had become utterly consumed by a job I loved, but by a company ethos I could not sympathise with. It was late Autumn in 2013 and I was sitting in my attic room, rented in a house in Stoneleigh, SW London, thinking about change:
By Christopher Lloyd5 years ago in Lifehack
