Category: Eleven to Twenty


I am haunted by the dead, by the living. I am haunted by those that have never been. I see glimpses in the shadows, hear voices in running water. I prepare for sleep with the […]


Oh, how ageing delivers complications, dumping issues and chores and routines and problems, piling up the stack till life holds to itself an ever present and very personal Everest.  Are we therefore mountaineers, who, when feeling fit […]

I Have Never Liked Trains…

It’s hard not to notice the BBC’s fascination with railways. Not that I watch TV, but I often have iPlayer rumbling away in the background as I work. This week we were offered Snowdrift at […]