It’s not that kind of day

Another full on lockdown has begun then. Overdue and incompetent in its calling and leaving us entirely dependent on the vaccines to ever get us out of it. A country that literally couldn’t organise track and trace to save its own lives now needs to organise a logistical miracle. So it’s a day for not …

The Year of Living Quietly

An annual tradition is starting to happen. The ‘looking back on the year’ articles in newspapers, on websites and blogs such as this. Which is what has started me writing, sat here in Liverpool early on this Saturday. With Elizabeth Alker on Radio 3 playing me into the morning as she so often has, this …

On the Arrival of Hope

In which hope arrives, and is then exercised Hope is a contagious emotion, and in a time of contagion I’ll take all the hope I can grasp. Like the hope and faith in the future I’ve been grasping all year from being so much in nature, the hope and belief in democracy I’ve nurtured and …

Writing for the Soul.2

Early in the lockdown days my friend Rachael O’Byrne gathered a few of us together to produce a zine of local writing from Liverpool about what we were all going through then. It featured lots of us local writers, was a lovely thing, and seemed so well appreciated that we’ve done another one. Just in …

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 …

“No”

On not joining in. This has been such an achingly long isolation, with it’s constant undertones of fear, desolation and death that it’s great to see everything opening up again, in a way. I’m really glad, for example, to see the caf├ęs, shops and bars that have survived the no face-to-face customers and very little …