What will your verse be
Fifteen kilometres. I think that’s how far we walked today. A walk down to Talland, a pit-stop at the beach cafe, then along the coast-path to Polperro for l...
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The journey home
After two days of glorious sunshine, the tables were turned this morning. The heavens didn’t so much open, as their entire contents fell on Cornwall.
Unexpectedly good trashy books on the beach
You know the one where you visit your parents for a long weekend with your youngest daughter, and then try to fit an entire weekend’s worth of activities int...
Sometimes predictable is good
It’s Friday morning, and you find us sitting on the train, whistling across the countryside towards the south-west of England. By “us”, I mean my youngest da...
Rebuilding Miss Nineteen
Note to self - grammar check blog posts before they go out into the world - then at least there might be a chance that entirely missing words will be picked ...
Filling the days with good
When our daughters were young, friends with grown children confidently remarked that while boys were hard work while young, girls would provide an entirely d...
Exhaling
After falling off the internet pretty spectacularly in recent weeks, I started looking at the likes of Threads, BlueSky, and the smouldering wreckage that Tw...
Where nobody knows your name
The clock is ticking towards 1am again. I’m not entirely sure how this keeps happening. I’m sitting in bed listening to a strangely relaxing ambient jazz caf...
Running and not dying (yet)
Well this is going well. I sat down to write something in the blog about going running after work today, and instead got sucked into watching some guitarist ...
Everything and everybody
It’s been a week. A week filled with hospital visits, very little sleep, and endless juggling at work. The good? Our youngest daughter is on the mend. Slowly...