Tag: Robert Nisbet

The Herb Garden by Robert Nisbet

Tarragon, rosemary, fennel and thyme. Barely a herb garden, more a collection of herbs in pots, ranged in her small back yard. Tarragon, rosemary, fennel and thyme. She dwelt on the scents and the sweetness. Rosemary, that’s for remembrance. But no-one had died. He’d…

Old Acquaintance by Robert Nisbet

The village social, New Year’s Eve, and he’s back from Cardiff, back in the new routine, the old routine he’s hankered for. At ten to twelve, the Okey-Cokey. You put your left leg in, your left leg out, and there she is (hey, they’re…