Over The Road

A little while I added a recalling photographs of old Brighton Avenue school (with another couple recently added!), which I grew up with. On a related note, I came across this image of the old drill hall on Liddell Terrace. I remember the building well from my time at the Continue reading

Speaking Us

This resonated. It is what I meant when . A mythology because it is not just the words, but the map of a life, feeling, real and only ever in our heads. A world. It’s why, in a box that is rarely opened, there is a little notebook I carried Continue reading

Dry Docked In Greenwich

One of the more surprisingly enjoyable events of last year was the , so news that there were tall ships again this year took Heather, Gemma, Heather’s Mum, and I to Woolwich Arsenal to look at them. Unfortunately, the spectacle was nowhere near as good.