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 …

A Day to Myself

A much needed day off, walking round Liverpool remembering a different November.  A day to myself, opening up and slowing down, is a rare and precious thing. It always was but feels particularly so in these time-crowded days of university early mornings and things to do nearly all the time. There are things I could …

Starving To Be Alone

No offence is meant here to the people I know and love, or to anyone else. But sometimes don’t you wish you were on your own? Not because of unhappiness, anger or any other feelings of bitterness. But just because. Because you want to be on your own? I do and I think I always …

A Quiet New Year

The day before Christmas Eve I wrote and photographed a poem called “Letting Go: A Quiet Breath” and the quiet days have continued here from then through to this new year of 2018. These beloved souls are my three grandchildren: Finn, 3; Theo, 8, and Eleanor, 11. In the park with their parents, Simon, with …

A year to live: Slow reflections

Almost four years ago I began writing a sequence of blog posts on here about living as if I only had a year to go. My thinking being that one day this day will certainly arrive for all of us, but we’ll rarely know it when that day comes. So I decided to live for …

Great bus journeys of the world: To the islands

At the far out edge of Greater Liverpool are the islands. Mere hints of land you can walk to when the tide’s out far enough. Today, for the first time, I decide to get there by bus. All the way along, with its electric hybrid power, I’ve been able to feel the bus cutting its …