ABOUT ~ edenbray

‘I’ve always enjoyed writing and thats all I want to do…

I’m not sure why I ever stopped writing ~ was it 9/11?’

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… is born ugly, wet and covered in blood, mucous and bodily functions. The effluence of my short life – I’m a Writer, Artist and Blogger ~ poems, essays, articles, reviews, opinion + comment. 

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I feel my most alive – when I am writing.

When I was a child I took part in a game of ‘Indians’. We were cubs on a weekend retreat in the country, somewhere near Guildford in Surrey. We were staying in a wood cabin. Two players were selected from the group as ‘cowboys’ to round up the remaining ‘Indians’. The game was a ‘tag’ game and two cowboys had to ‘tag’ the ‘Indians’ and thereby make them ‘cowboys’. We wore handkerchiefs tied round our heads to assume our ‘Indians’ role-play. We were given so many minutes to disappear into the area of bracken, scrubland and a further wood of birch and oak. I buried myself in an area of dense bracken with nettles, some of which stung my bare knees and I listened carefully as the boys ran around excitedly tagging each other, shouting, squealing with laughter and enjoying the game and that ‘thrill of being caught’ as boys tend to do.  

My heart was pounding as I lay in the bracken and the day travelled on and the sun dipped to make it cool and damp. I changed my position several times, running to the woods, hiding in bushes and then returning to the bracken as I heard the hunters getting closer and closer and then gradually drifting away, while more and more ‘Indians’ were caught and began ‘hunting’ also. The game had turned into hours as the area was large and the boys searched thoroughly. I continually tightened the bandana round my head as it absorbed the sweat from my brow and drifted down my head.

I had begun to feel wild and very alone as the day progressed, like a character from William Golding’s dystopian novel ‘Lord of the Flies’ or a true wolf cub as our society club imagined we were. I ran … and hid … and crept …  and felt the sweat … and the muck cling to me … from the bracken … and the dust … and the trees.

Eventually Mr Street the pack leader and our ‘Arkala’ blew his whistle to end the came.  I, still hidden in the bracken, felt remote, strange, wild, unsociable, – ‘Indian’. I wanted the game to be real and to continue forever. Eventually I emerged from the long grasses something like an astronaut plucked from the ocean and reunited with his comrades with cheers and back slapping. It had been a memorable game, a great game and I and maybe a couple of others were never caught! 

It is like this when I am writing.  I have been hiding in bracken but when I write I step out from the undergrowth, out into the light and I can hear applause and back slapping .

…  join the shebang, read and follow my work and please leave me a marker just to say you dropped by and leave some comment also, for my ego and my interest.

thanks for reading ~ edenbray

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edenbray ~ a writer and artist … since 1966

edenbray was born and raised in Cheam in Surrey during the 50’s and 60’s and after leaving school in 1966 at 14 years old worked as a draughtsman, artists agent, furniture warehouse and removals technician, hospital porter and freelance graphic artist before owning 3 art materials, craft supplies, picture framing and gift shops. 1 in London and 2 in Lincolnshire. The 2nd, in Boston, Lincolnshire was closed due to arson and the subsequent 3rd also held an Artists Gallery and provided art classes for all ages. He has been working as a sales advisor for a department store since 2005.


… edenbray loves Art, Literature and Sport. He began following Chelsea FC after seeing the young Jimmy Greaves in 1958 and began following the San Francisco 49ers in 1985.

… edenbray has an affinity, an appreciation, love and respect for women due in part to being raised solely by his mother Roma Joan from the age of 11. He has been happily married since 1976 and together they have 4 children. 2 girls and 2 boys, 3 of which are married. He has 4 grandchildren 3 of which are boys and 1 girl.

… edenbray has enjoyed creative writing since 1966 when he left school … He has had 2 successful solo Art Exhibitions of his paintings in various mediums, and had poems printed in several anthologies. 

… edenbray has been posting his written poems, essays, short stories and a novel he is currently working on to this blog over the past few years … edenbray  welcomes comment and criticism of his work.

… edenbray runs several other blogs you might like to visit. You can click on the links below to visit any of the sites  :~

edenbray 1 – the original edenbray blog which began in 2010 >  https://edenbray.wordpress.com/

K=DU ARTS MAGAZINE– edenbray’s LIGHT-HEARTED LOOK AT THE ARTS and MEDIA BLOG – ‘through the eyes of a KUDU’ (the prince of antelopes)

edenbray’s beautiful game >> BLOG DEVOTED TO HIS LOVE OF PURE FOOTBALL

edenbray’s beautiful blues – BLOG DEVOTED TO CHELSEA FC


a sassanachs guide to scottush fitba, wumen n’whuskey – BLOG DEVOTED TO A LOVE OF ALL THINGS SCOTTISH

also FOLLOW edenbray on TWITTER >  @edenbray8



edenbray connects with his irish/scottish roots


this sure makes you think how important WE ARE to someone!

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edenbray – learning to be honest … to God and anyone who is listening

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edenbray as – I have nothing to hide …

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