The most direct route to our next destination, in Buckinghamshire, was the A1M, a road I loathe with a passion, so instead we headed for the M1. Not much better,
Our trip around the UK was ambitious. We had already decided to cut out London and the South East due to time constraints, disappointing a few friends along the way,
Today there was poetry in the afternoon, instead of tea. The instigator of the Poetry in Motion group, Clio Gray (author and library assistant at Tain library), read from Gerald
The question was simple, casual: “Would you like to join us for a drink at the bar?” I’d been to one of my regular jaunts into the Highland capital
I’m about to make a confession, although not that I’ve taken up Country Music! When I decided in January that I wasn’t going to buy anything new this year, I
I was born and raised in the suburbs of London. It was Surrey then and is South West London now, less than a dozen miles from the city centre.
Is it just me, or do other people feel frequently guilty? I’m not sure if there’s some innate fault-line in my psyche that guilt bubbles out of when bad things
I’ve always been able to remember car number plates. Ever since I was a kid. Our first family car, a yellow Mini: original A reg named Primrose. The Ford
The young chirpy voice piped up a cheery ‘good morning’ on the packed train carrying a miserable load of – now ‘ex’ – holidaymakers from Gatwick Airport to Clapham, and
I decided, age 11, that I wasn’t eating meat. Not no more. Not no how. My mother was horrified and thought I would die of malnourishment. To be fair