From The Sunlight Garden

This place is my education, my university, my refuge, my respite, my sunlight and my holiday, in this strangest of all the years of my life. When I enter it I breathe easily, knowing that here at least all is well and will be well. Since March I’ve been working here most of the days. […]

Rhubarb, rhubarb!

It began early this morning on Twitter, with a story from over the weekend by Ruth Ibegbuna, about a tussle she witnessed and then joined in with over discounted food, in a supermarket in Batley. And it included a particularly determined scrap over some Rhubarb Crumble, which led to this blog post, in the way […]

Learning the Craft

Some more words and reflections on how things are going with my work, my imagination and this learning. Today is a structure day for the final essay in what I think I’ll look back on as ‘the first three’. The three I’ll have written over these three weeks or so while Christmas and the New […]

All is calm, all is dark: December thoughts

I’m writing this down so I’ll remember how quiet it was, when the maytime comes, the days are bright and LFC are once again in the final of the Champions League. And when, in the light of the same springtime, unexpectedly principled political leadership has pulled us out of the social and economic abyss David […]

On Smithdown: Walking Home

Sometimes you just want to walk. After a day’s thinking, conversation and writing, you just want to walk. It’s dark now, like it’s mostly dark. The street lights not long turned off as I walked into university this morning. And now, I’d guess, they’ve been back on at least a couple of hours. ‘The darkling’ […]

I’m Not Reading Enough: A Confession

I’m not reading enough. Early on a Friday evening I’m sat here at home in the room where I mostly write these blog posts, writing happily. Joni Mitchell’s singing over in the corner. I’d call it ‘in the background’ except it isn’t. Joni’s singing good and loud: ‘The guy at the gas pumps he’s got […]