skywritings

A long bike trip with Sue to Kensal Green cemetery in North London, in search of something I first read about some year's ago in Iain ...

“In the bedroom, laying, looking up, I watched as the sea moved in from one corner of the ceiling gradually filling the frame. A mo...

Elsew/here I could hear particles that are in that air … that they have something to say to the particles that are below me, in the water...

'It was the high point of his morning. Change the canaries. Feed the mule. Stand transfixed for half an hour'  (S...

Over a period of 36 hours in the last couple of days, I've traveled from London to Aberystwyth via Birmingham, and back again - all the...