Scribblings · Travel Diary

Home / Away

Coming home is the sweetest of the bittersweet moments. Home’s fragrant and warm and bright and blue skied, and London was grey and it was cold, and people stand in your way even if you have a suitcase, and you have to keep your purse close. But it was an electrifying chill which woke you…… Continue reading Home / Away

Scribblings · Travel Diary

The Extravaganza, and Home

My footprints are all over the globe, as I’ve trekked and trawled and slipped and stumbled in snow and rain and cyclonic winds. But also blue skies; bitterly cold, but blue. I’ve seen land locks and mountains and oceans, sailed canals and lakes, bathed in history, and seen four countries in one day. Tonight I’m…… Continue reading The Extravaganza, and Home


Opportunist, Optimist

Sometimes the most interesting moments are the ones which follow a wrong turn down a road which is not the shortcut, but it proves to be a shortcut, but you get to see the new foals and the silhouetted trees fencing in a pink sky, and a billowing crimson cloud dressed in every silver lining. Just the same,…… Continue reading Opportunist, Optimist

Scribblings · Stream of Consciousness

Life Work

Maybe I write in this style too often, but uni just finished for the year and I’ve used up my words in essays. So maybe I write too much in this style. This “write the first thing that pops into my head” style of writing. It’s good for writer’s block though, I tell everybody that,…… Continue reading Life Work

Poems · Scribblings

The Never Ending

There was a lady who looked to sea, Every morning and every evening. The people who passed looked curiously, Not at the vastness of the ocean, But at the strange young woman who had seemed to claim her place among the sand. There was a lady who looked to the stars, Every single night. The…… Continue reading The Never Ending