I started to write when I was 70. My partner died and a friend, full of good intent and keen to not let me get lonely, took me along to a Stanza Group meeting here in Spain, in Benisa actually. A charming, unspoiled pueblo in this wonderful country. Not shy, I took something I had scribbled. No one laughed. I was hooked. Writing this 18 months and some 40 poems of varying calibre later, I am happy to have added this expressive way of spending time in addition to my other great interests, painting and cooking.