Doing The Duck

It’s summer, so another trip to Hastings was of course forthcoming for Heather and I. This time there was a wonderful art trail to catch our attention too, so we headed down to the coast for a week, to Follow That Duck.

Ten Years Gone

I opened a box, one that hadn’t seen its lid lifted in nearly 10 years. I’d forgotten how much it hurts to miss you. Which sounds a crazy thing to say, but the pain is a thing that lives inside, hunkered down, rarely rawly confronted. Not unless a lid is Continue reading

Rochester Lovely Jubilee

Apparently the head of some out dated feudal system was having some sort of celebration, which for some reason the country was expected to join in with. Not having any of that I was however grateful for the double “jubilee” bank holiday, and took advantage with Heather to go on Continue reading

An Outlaw Break

Sometimes one ends up taking a break somewhere almost at random, or at least because it’s somewhere the trains seem to be running to across Easter weekend. Hence Heather and I found ourselves heading to Nottingham on what turned out to be a gloriously sunny long weekend. Continue reading