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.

1095 Days

1095 days. Or 3 years. The numbers don’t matter; nobody’s counting. Each one is the same, each one misses you. Always my love.