A Liverpool Nightfall

After the greyest of wet February mornings, around lunchtime today I’d walked from the university down to the North Docks in the still falling rain. Then spent the afternoon warm and dry inside Make Liverpool doing something which I’ll call ‘Storytelling With Ukranians’ for now, and tell you more about later. Hours later as I […]

Spring is here: A journal

Saturday, early afternoon. Tired is tired. Tired is a Saturday morning when my alarm wasn’t set and I didn’t wake up until it was nearly Saturday afternoon. Woken only by Sarah opening the curtains and saying ‘It won’t be long until the light starts to go.’ I must have been tired. So, food for the […]