Journal

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 …

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 …

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 …

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 …

Lost and found

I started getting lost in 2004 when we moved to York – it has a circular layout (‘ancient, yet utopian’) …

The view from here …

This is my new view. Sometimes the view is obscured by cloud. I always wondered what it would be like …

Taking to the hills

About to pack all my books away and put them into storage for a few months. A difficult decision, but …

Night wanderings

Something outside is making a noise, somewhere between a squeak, a miaow and a croak. Don’t know what it is, …

Tiny things 2012

I don’t make resolutions that involve deprivation. No point, I have zero will-power when it comes to roll-ups, cake or …