Matt Broom

@dedbutdrmng Arrghh me heartys, get on board!

UK FRIENDS! Looks like you can pick up the kindle version of THE BONE SHIPS for a piratical steal of 0.99p right now. What a great time to start your voyage. Blast your foghorns to tell your friends!

@learnedlion Thank you Nigel. That is a slow tonic in a fast world.

I cannot recommend Andy Marshall’s Digest highly enough as a place to start the day: digest.andymarshall.co/andy-marshalls…

@dedbutdrmng 😔 the world is bad if that is the case

Can't even eat fizzy cola bottles today. Truly, if there is a hell I am in it.

@dedbutdrmng Oh yes!

Beautiful #MeadowBrown #butterfly flittering around a Yorkshire lake in the sunshine yesterday #butterfly #Butterflies

The disappointment of finding this sachet was mustard not custard cannot be overstated!

I do enjoy a little pie making and yesterday's veg and cheese sauce pie went very well.

Well the #TabbyCat is certainly enjoying the #Snow.

@literarywhore @dedbutdrmng @Jenni_Hill @orbitbooks Hurrah!

Something weird/wyrd and wonderful this way comes... @dedbutdrmng @Jenni_Hill @orbitbooks

@nikhewitt Fair point!

@Vampcat66 We’ll, yes, but if one encourage people to literature instead of their phones…

Question for #WorldBookDay. For guests and general entertainment, what reading material do you keep in the loo?

Evening light. The cool sun drifts through the hopeful petals, heralds of the spring still shivering in Winter's twilight

Immortalised in steel with @absmul! At the @YSPsculpture. Feels a bit rock'n'roll 🤘😆

The bright sunshine belied the cool morning but still the water exerted its familiar pull. Swimming below the reflecting warmth of the February sun. #WildSwimming #Yorkshire

Right, here we go. The sun is shining, it's Saturday and finally it's ... #MarmaladeDay 😁🍊🍋

Ending our #DinoSnores night with a lttle harp music, very calming after all the dinosaurs 😅🦖Just great to be able to explore the @NHM_London at night and actually sleep amongst the exhibits.

Day that begins in blood ends in blood. The silent cold grips leaf and tree. Subdued voices in windless air. White rimed and bejewelled grass and plant wait in bent supplication. Knife clouds, gore edged, bring end to frozen day.

Seagulls this morning, blown in from the roaring coast. Plaintive calls haunting the shifting grey skies. Calling in the snow.

A curl of crimson dawn on this twelth night. Colour gently given to replace the lights and sparkle of festive decorations. Moving forwards in hope.

Night night all. Hope Father Christmas brings you happiness and peace.