A couple of weeks ago I went for a walk. And then, last Friday, I took a long ride on a bus. These were wildly divergent experiences. The walk was on Dartmoor, and was as bleak and magical and terrifying as a walk in South West England can be. Starting in the north of the …
I like to think I know my friends, and what to expect from them: not much from Jack, who lives a mile away, but extreme affection from Steve, who lives in Australia. But occasionally, they surprise me. Last week, a friend of mine found an old piece of broken pottery in a rabbit hole and, …
I left my workbag on the bedroom floor from Friday night to Monday morning. I took out my computer to do a little work but left a bar of chocolate ready for the long bus ride home sometime this week. When I went to pack for work yesterday morning it became apparent that while I …