Parent Races

Last week my children took part in the local village school ‘Cluster’ Fun Run. The ‘cluster’ in question referred to the group of four local village primary schools which took part, although it did mean that for weeks prior I read ‘cluster fun run’ in my calendar as ‘cluster fuck fun’. As it turns out…

That small familiar pain

A lot of things have got me thinking about poems recently. I recently fell victim to one of the classic blunders – the most famous of which is “never get involved in a land war in Asia” – but only slightly less well known is this: if you plan on one day being a world…

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The day is like glass. Bright, hard and clear as we walk sunlit through loamy fields behind our house   What riches have I! speaks the fool, while the wise woman knows she has nothing but now.   Dark earth rises in welts like waves ploughed into chaos, as spiders gild with their silk shimmering…

Camp Bestival 2017

It’s been a while, but I feel duty bound to report on our annual trip to Camp Bestival, which this year was brought to you by 40mph winds and lashings and lashings of pissing rain. That’s right. The weather could only have been worse if it had literally snowed knives, so pretty different to the…