It’s strange how things can, for no apparent reason, form tenuous links out of the ether, links that strengthen and then take hold before finally forming into a single narrative strand. This particular strand began to take shape as I […]
Hugo Morton and I walk up Barton Hill in the spring-time. The bird-song trills in the woods around us. ‘Hopefully,’ he says, ‘we’ll find a blackbird’s nest.’ We slip through a gap in the low hedge, just below Barton Cottage […]
It stole in suddenly during the night, stalking like a Saxon Sceadugenga through the streets, obscuring everything that lay beyond the double-glazed panes of the windows. It persisted. I woke up during the night for a drink of water, and […]
The last few months have been difficult to endure. Normally a staunch fan of autumn and winter, even I have been forced to think twice this year. Whether it’s down to El Nino, climate change, the planet’s cycles or, more […]
The 16th of March has come around again. So what? you may ask, as would anyone else whose birthday or anniversary doesn’t happen to fall on that day. What’s so special about a nondescript day that barely has a toehold […]
“What the hell was that?!” “What?” “That!!!” Rachel’s never been one for creepy-crawlies, especially those that fly, even those that are as pretty as this moth that’s darting around the lamp behind the armchair, its shadow as skittish as a […]
