Read: Fleeting Moments

A nice thing about being a child in the early seventies was the absence of screens. No mobile phones, streaming TV, social media or other internet distractions. Continue Reading...

We're standing in a central London location, possibly The Strand. Its night-time and we are thinking about attending a gig. My gigging companion, someone who I have never met before but seem to know well … Continue Reading...

We step out of the bright lights and warmth of the kitchen to stand in the cool autumn night. It's so dark that it's difficult to see the movement of my hand in front of my face. Continue Reading...

The days are already getting shorter, and it won’t be long before we feel the first frosts and, no doubt, start to hear melodramatic news of incoming snow. We crunch and snap our way through the woods. Continue Reading...

Back in the early 1980s, and for only a short while, I was fortunate to be living in two places at the same time. Continue Reading...

We sit, bathed in the August evening sunshine, on shallow concrete steps that lead down into a sparkling sea. Continue Reading...

For a while, we try and put the state of the world and the ever-present, anxiety-fuelling background noise to our digital lives on the back burner. Continue Reading...

The air is damp, thick with the smell of rotting leaves and bark. The dog is focused on the mulchy, soft ground, sniffing intently as she moves erratically Continue Reading...