It is absurd. She can't be gone. She wouldn't want you to be angry, but there is anger. She wouldn't want sadness, but how can you stop the tears? How do you fill the hole that has been left behind? But we will always have her words, her joy and her inspiration. And gratitude, for … Continue reading SUE – IN MEMORIAM
The first snow of the winter arrived. He looked out at the path and the fields, transformed, covered in a smooth white cowling. This might be the last time he would see such a sight, the pure untrodden blanket, but he'd thought that every winter for the last decade and still he soldiered on. Each … Continue reading HIS DAILY PERAMBLE
She thought the first time would have been an epiphany, a glimpse at paradise. Instead, here she was underneath the overpass, among squalid dirt and mud. The climactic moment had come with a rush of adrenaline, but it was over too quickly. Her breathing returned to normal, she fixed her rucked top and smoothed her … Continue reading HER FIRST TIME
Joy, a photo by iainthekid on Flickr.A favourite photo from this summer's Olympics, taken in the Olympic Park. It sums up the joy and happy atmosphere that surrounded the Games.