My strong, inspiring brotherStewart running a half marathon when he was blind.It’s a few days short of 70 years since I first saw Stewart as a little blue-eyed baby. I was just tall enough, aged 4, to peep over the edge of the carry cot from which he was smiling up at the world. Within a matter of months, the family realised that Stewart was hard of hearing . . . more, including poems to honour Stewart |
Deciphering the MazeMy first book of poetry, written with my wife and published by Indigo Dreams
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