Places I go n'stuff
An April weekend, longing for adventure and difference I packed up my wee Renault Clio and drove north. I had figured out that with careful rearrangement of seats I could, if I lay at a sharp angle, sleep just about horizontally and comfortably in this tiny space, thus somewhat recapturing the freedom of having my […]
I’m home. A year and half has passed. Going from winter to summer in 24 hours landed me in the humid air of Heathrow. Body clock shot, seasonally confused. I had forgotten the feel of England in summer and I have spent the subsequent week revelling in it. Lush and verdant. Despite the depressive homogeneity […]
Wasson? Pulled and pushed back to Cornwall 3 years ago from our glorious capital I found myself, an adult of sorts, blinking at my surroundings. Born here, I was a child here, raised on the South Coast, a cowrie throw from the soft south coast sea. In the long summers of every (hopelessly nostalgic) adult’s […]
