The curator scratched her head, while the museum porters waited for her decision. 'Well, remove it of leave it?' the surly head porter demanded. They looked at the knotted tree branches atop the wicker chairs. She honestly couldn't remember if it had been there before or not. The Museum of Rural Life in Lumberton, North…
I like to sit up here and watch the dawn. That first flicker, the unsteady fragile glint of sunlight peaking over the horizon. It means that a hundred and fifty million kilometres away, the searing ball of gas is still glowing, emanating warmth and light towards us. One day someone may sit in my place…
'Welcome to the EMIRATES Spinnaker Tower, as I legally have to call it.' 'It was going to be opened in 2000 and be named the Millennium Tower, but due to political ineptitude, it didn't open until 2005, so was renamed 'Spinnaker', a type of sail.' 'The tower sits on Gunwharf Quay. In the 18th-century it…
JOHN ROBINSON REPORTING BBC NEWS 'You can see behind me the Union Bridge in it's raised position. This ability to raise and lower the bridge was only installed a little over a year ago when the Scottish Government decided they needed a get out, a little insurance, should England again vote for Theresa May to…
Sweep, sweep. I watch the worker brush the final bits of debris into the pile of rubble. The abandoned café had been the perfect spot. That's why I'd used it. The area was a wasteland of crumbling warehouses, forsaken ghettos and no witnesses. Then the Port Authority announced their plans for waterfront renewal. Millions of…
