It starts with lightning far out at sea. Forks dancing along the offing, never getting any closer or further away. There is never thunder, only…
A Fox’s Wedding
Obsessing and moaning about the weather is one of our great British traditions; on a par with tea drinking and eating fish and chips. A survey conducted by Tetley Sunshine Tea in 2017, found that British people spend…
Heatwaves and Deck-Chairs
As a heatwave grips the UK, the author reminisces on a childhood by the sea, and wonders how he has now managed to become landlocked.
Bath Time With Boris
Having committed to posting more regularly on this blog, writing matters took a turn for the worse, a few days ago, when the UK government decided to have a midweek meltdown and remove Boris Johnson from his post as Prime Minister.
Prior to this, my head…
The Butterfly Collector
November petered out. December whistled on the horizon. Jack sat at his writing desk and looked onto liquorice daylight which hung on fading ivy. Fingerprints, dead bugs and pigeon droppings adorned his window. Today was one of those writing days where the whiteness of his journal burned his eyes. His pen felt like a heavy wooden club…