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...
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...
Love Devon – Love Umbria

Love Devon – Love Umbria

Love Devon - Love Umbria A short stay in Italy's green heartland had me feeling at home in no time. Published in Devon Life, 2016 It is a terrible cliché, but it’s true. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. All too frequently we take things for granted....