Days pass like shadows
Days pass like shadows – especially when it’s dark, winter or foggy. It’s been almost a year since I last …
A new view of the hills
The past couple of years I’ve been posting #throughthewindow images to Instagram. Most were taken where I live – up on the hill in …
Seven months later …
Spent spring and summer on the hill and many hot afternoons in the ‘van catching up with friends and family. Also …
On the border
Most days I cross the border from Wales to England, on foot, either to pick up the car or do …
Happy Reading 2014
Pretty much a fictional version of my New Year’s Eve (above), one in which I didn’t stay in, play Scrabble …
Making progress …
Been up in the hills for long enough, time to escape to the warm flat in the middle of town …
From Craig-y-Llyn
Took this on way home from Llangeinor. Drove up through Rhondda valley and stopped for a break at Craig-y-Llyn before …
Review: Goodnight Nobody by Ethel Rohan
“As soon as she’s organised, she walks onto the glass bridge and through the warm blue sky, her arms stretched …
Hot hot hot …
What was hot? Hay Festival. George Saunders. My inner fan girl. James Salter. Robert MacFarlane. A walk in Mousecastle Wood. …
Short fiction wins
So, Lydia Davis has won the 2013 International Man Booker Prize, fuck fuck fuckity fuck – now everyone will be …
Only temporary …
I’ll miss my temporary desk. OK, it wasn’t very big and had to double as a table but at least …
Books are like seeds …
“Books are like seeds: they come to life when you read them, and grow spines and leaves. I need trees …
