A week of sleepless nights. I thought for sure I’d be asleep straight away. But, closing ones eyes often opens up the mind and heart.
A friend of mine posted a photo: his bags, badly lit by soul-sucking strip lights of airports, train stations, and the night bus. It looks
How I miss Ludlow. A brace of pheasants in the feather for less than a fiver – hanging from one of Ludlow’s five local butchers. Each
“So, this just swings over your jacket, and just hook this bit under your… where’s your tie?” The spindly man from Ede and Ravenscroft held
Memory is a long-exposure photo. Things that move the least hold the best focus. Picture a room from your childhood home. Parts of it are
Thing is, despite the many people, none gave me a second look. And, I’d never looked more guilty of breaking and entering in my life.
There it is on my Facebook wall. 3 years ago today: I’m squirming at a photo of this spoon I carved from a bit of