Sunrise over Snowdon

This is a lovely tale of a trip to Snowden and it surrounding aread. The Snowdonia mountain range is the backdrop to where I live. Wherever we go on our island of Anglesey, you get the magnificent vista sometimes surrounded in cloud, other times very clear. So it was nice to read of a fellow blogger visiting the area.

Sunrise Over Snowden

Rainne's Ramblings

Part I: Lancaster to Llanberis

Zoe & I on the trainAfter packing, checking and repacking our bags, probably more times than necessary, we were ready to go. We caught a busy West Coast train from Lancaster to Warrington, and then one to Llandudno Junction. This was also busy, and we were stood up for a good while, but eventually got a seat. The final, and shortest, leg of the train journey took us from Llandudno to Bangor!

We took a taxi (*tacsi) from Bangor to Llanberis, in Snowdonia National Park.

All in all our journey took just under 4 hours, and we arrived in Llanberis around 4pm, giving us 8 hours to fill before meeting our guides.

The village of Llanberis, sits on the southern shore of Llyn Padarn and at the foot of Snowdon. Llyn Padarn is one of the twin lakes that cut through the mountain range creating the Llanberis Pass, the other…

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It’s Party Time


I’ve having a party and you are all invited!

7th July 2018

This is no ordinary party, it’s an Extravaganza and two hours of #giveways!

All you have to do is be their to win prizes, be interactive, and play games. Prizes will be offered every 15 minutes.

Prizes include authentic 1900 drawings, free books, free short story.

Two hours of games and fun, isn’t that what you do at parties?

Here is the link:

 Facebook Party


Learn more about Joanna’s Destiny.

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CASSIDY NEWBOLD IS FINALLY PRINTED #free #paranormal #crime #stories

I wrote this story quite a while ago and only now am I releasing it. She has here own page and her stories are in one collection and free for my readers. Read about her and download your free copy.


The Adventures of Cassidy Newbold


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Joanna’s Journey is Free

Book1EbookGenre: Romanctic Suspense


Most girls just want to find their one true love. Sisters, Joanna and Sandie are no exception.

While Joanna falls for rock singer Niko, Sandie’s choice leaves Joanna reeling and causes a rift in their relationship.

Niko’s music always comes first, and Joanna accepts being second best. She promises never to ask anything from him. But when she becomes entangled in a violent shooting she finds herself lost, frightened and alone.

Will Niko stand by her side or will he choose the path to stardom?

Set in the 80s with a soundtrack of music and fashion, Joanna’s Journey travels a road where sometimes love is not enough.

Free to download 10th – 14th June

– also available on Kindle Unlimited –

Karen’s Book Buzz Thoughts on her own book

One day back in 1984 I was watching what was once called The Montreaux Rock Festival and a young man I’d never heard of came on to sing Guardian Angel and I was mesmerised. From then on an idea began to form in my head and eventually, Joanna’s Journey was born.

Several rewrites, two new covers and a name change, this book is one I’m very proud of. When I originally finished the book, I knew that the ending was not quite right and Joanna’s heart belonged somewhere else. The second book Joanna’s Destiny is now available to order. So take advantage of the free download and then if you want more, Joanna’s Destiny is there for you.

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An Interview with Magic of Stories Owner

1) Welcome Karen! Would you please tell a little bit about yourself. Yes, hi, I’m Karen, and I live with my husband and Yorkshire terrier puppy on the Isle of Anglesey in North Wales. We’ve lived here for two years having previously come from the city of Manchester when my husband retired. I’ve gone from a […]

via Author Interview: Karen J. Mossman — Prakash Vir Sharma

My Dad

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What can I say about my lovely caring father? I have nothing but praise for him.  He died aged ninety-seven and was until the very last, the most gentle, kindest, and loving man I know, except maybe for my husband of fifty three years who comes in extremely close.

I have few memories of life when I was very young.  I remember my dad making a doll’s pram for me out of old crisp tins.  Money must have been short at the time and at least the improvised pram stopped me crying.  Also I remember him whitening my sandals for Easter Sunday and the Whit bank holiday so I’d have smart shoes to go with my new dress.

Although my mother worked full time from the time I was three, I never lacked nurturing as my father supplied all the love and care I needed when mum was at work. My strongest recollection of those early years is of him rocking me to sleep every night while mother was out working in the cinema.  To the tune of  “Lily Marlene” he’d sing “Be-a-bye-a-bo-ee, be-a-bye-a-bo.  I can hear it still.  It’s such a strong loving memory of him.  Then, when my eyes were almost closing, he’d give me a piggy back up the stairs to bed and tuck me in.

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Although these are my early memories of him, he didn’t change at all as my two brothers and I grew into teenagers. Dad was always the one we went to with a grazed knee or cut finger. He was the one who tended our wounds and gave us advice. It wasn’t that mum didn’t love us, she suffered with depression and always seemed too busy to see to us. In those days there were very few labour saving gadgets. The washing of clothes was done by hand in the large stone kitchen sink using pans of boiled water. She also worked full-time.

If we had done something wrong, dad would gently explain why it was wrong, and how we could have done it differently. He never shouted or became angry, even though I know there were times when we deserved far more than his patience.

He was born on the sixth June 1918 in Liverpool, and lived most of his life in that city. When I married and moved away from Liverpool, my mum and dad came to live near me. With our support, they managed in their own home until they were both in their nineties but, eventually, in 2009, they had to go into a retirement home. Luckily, we found one that would take them both and they lived there until 2012 when they died.

I will raise a glass to my dad this father’s day. I’m so glad I was lucky enough to have such a wonderful man for my dad.

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75th Wedding Celebration

My mum gives her view of my dad, George William Smith, in her autobiography. You can read the first few chapters free on Amazon in the ‘Look Inside’ feature of her book.

Carole’s Website