Nightbook

Nightbook

First, I will set the scene, as all good storytellers should. It is late on a Friday evening, but thanks to a shared case of the common cold we are laying in bed. My wife is already asleep in a cocoon of duvet nestled between two hot water bottles. She’s been snoozing...
Today, the River became an Ocean…

Today, the River became an Ocean…

I don’t consider myself to be a person that relies on routine. Instead, I see myself as a creature of habit. Perhaps distinguishing the two is an exercise in semantics, but the nuanced difference between the two is why I feel the need to clarify this point. Like...
A Good Start to Autumn

A Good Start to Autumn

Weekends are the days when we seem to make the most of our spare time, especially through the shorter days of autumn and winter. Weekdays are all too easily consumed by work, and our free time in the evenings occupied by chores or lazing in front of the television....
On refusing to be unwell…

On refusing to be unwell…

It’s a typical early autumn day, mid morning, and I’m walking Tiki in the park. This is a fairly standard day for us two. But today, we are accompanied by an univited guest, whose presence is uncomfortably felt throughout the whole journey. My usual...
Special Girl

Special Girl

They stared at her amazed. But they would never know her secret. She couldn’t really fly. She just hovered and let the world spin beneath her. – Rivenberg