Earlier today, sometime during the afternoon, I happened to glance at my watch. It was precisely 15h05, the time at which Mike took his final breath. Today is 8th August…
Read More
This week I am at Kate Cowie’s Life Writing Retreat, held at the magnificent La Garriga de Castelladral, about an hour inland from Girona and Barcelona in Spain. It’s where…
Read More
My friend Kay Young has just completed all of her Munros - a marvellous accomplishment, and one I feel zero need to do myself. Not least living near an entirely…
Read More
My father died not quite two weeks ago, on Sunday 3rd May. He was aged 88. He was with fellow walkers from The Arthur Ransome Society (TARS), of which dad…
Read More
I have been sleeping a little better. The dog still barks to be let out before 5am, and I am invariably awake before he wakes me, but I seem to…
Read More
A few days ago, it was 13th April. Thirty years since I married Mike (13th April 1996), and nine years since we held his funeral (13th April 2017). Both momentous…
Read More
Facebook gets a mixed rap. Even a bad rap. I certainly have a love-hate relationship with it. I don't spend time browsing on Facebook, but I do post my writing…
Read More
Trigger Warning: Suicide This piece contains reflections on death by suicide. Three days ago, on the 23rd of December, my eldest brother James died by suicide. My parents were spending…
Read More
Thank you Alexandra Schreck for the use of the beautiful photos Somewhere along the way this year, I realised I was back — that I recognised myself, if not…
Read More
Dearest Mike, my love, my darling I wonder if you can see me. I wonder if you are smiling. Do you see where I am? Do you remember this place?…
Read More
