Category: Writing

As the year closes

I wrote this two years ago. It was minus six degrees this morning as Albert Claude and I went up the lane and round the pond in time to see the Winter Solstice sun...

One is not the same as another

I swing between wishing to leave social media entirely and enjoying it’s better nature and the positives that it offers. This morning I’m reminded of one. Facebook Memories and the random photos it throws...

A chapter closes

It’s only week six of the year and already it’s feeling like it might be yet another of ‘those’ years. One in which we hurtle through one demanding thing after another. One where, getting...

Shortest, darkest day

Another Winter Solstice arrives and I wonder how a whole year has passed since I wrote this. It was written after enjoying a beautiful frozen walk with Albert, but when my heart was heavy...

Here we are again

When I let my mind return to the final moments with Susie-Belle, I am as disturbed by it now, seven years on, as I was then. It feels like seven seconds ago.