As a child I was often told that my grandfather was a writer and a poet. Tragically his life was cut short during the First World War battle. All that remains of Clement Walter is a name carved on the Arras War Memorial, a few poems and ten chapters of an unfinished novel. I have always thought this memory vacuum sad and frustrating. Before it’s too late I have published of this anthology as a personal record of my work; a memory of me for my grandchildren. It is an eclectic collection of memoirs, fiction and poetry with themes influenced by my life experiences. The hard times, the easy times. The splinters and the feathers of life.