On an L8 Day

I was walking along to have a first look at the newly completed Princes Boulevard, though in a roundabout kind of way. With something else to do first on this Liverpool 8 kind of Monday. Walking through the parks to Admiral Street, Windsor Street and past Squash before I arrived at the rooftop where I […]

Sarah Horton’s ‘Mystery Jam’

We’d both noticed that the brambly hedgerows near us were heaving with blackberries almost ready to be picked, and so yesterday evening we walked over to The Mystery to pick some, not sure if there’d be enough of them ready for jam yet. Fifteen hours later the Mystery Jam was being poured into its waiting […]

A Sense of Belonging

On Friday I walked round my place with a friend for the first time in all these isolated months, and reawakened the intense sense of belonging to here that I’d so missed for most of this year. While we walked and talked and met people by chance along the way I took a few photographs, […]

Lovely To See You Again

This was such a lovely day doing things that wouldn’t have felt so extraordinary a few months ago, but now feel like the essence of life. The day began like so many now do at the allotment where my friend Gillian arrived for a visit. I hadn’t seen her since February, though she had sent […]

A day on the salt marsh, at last: A letter from Sarah

Often during the lockdown I’ve come into our back room where we share a table for writing and talking together, and found Sarah gazing longingly at the photographs in her beloved “Welsh Sea Kayaking” book. Clearly aching for the day when it might be safe and possible for her to go back there and once […]

Time to saunter: The Llŷn

Where Sarah introduces us to two new adventures. You’ll see what they are… * “Listen to the ebb and flow, the waves tumbling up the beach and drawing back. Ponder the beauty and the terror of the sea… people have their ebb tide: times of clearing, of letting go and resting, waiting for fresh directions […]