It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that one always takes for granted what is right under one’s nose. I have the good fortune to have always lived within a stone’s throw of Winchester, the city where Jane Austen died and was laid to rest. My current home is a short and beautiful drive to the … Continue reading What Jane Austen Means to Me
I am 24 and I have been to the opera eight times. I wanted to write a short piece to reflect on this art form and also to spread the word about the ‘£5 tickets for under 30s’ scheme that the Welsh National Opera runs – it is this which has enabled me to clock up … Continue reading In Praise of Opera
Reflections on the Murder of Bijan Ebrahimi There are many times that I have felt ashamed to be British. I think the invasion of Iraq was the first time; I was nine years old and had never experienced such overwhelming feelings of injustice. Since then, my love of ‘what makes Britain great’, like cream teas, … Continue reading What have we become?
I'm in the middle of writing a blog post at the moment about an abhorrent murder. It's one of those news stories that you read and just stare at in disbelief and sadness that this has happened on this earth. There's so much strife in the news at the moment, from the Grenfell Tower disaster, … Continue reading Words for a grey day
I previously introduced you to George, our gorgeous and characterful ginger cat. In my writing class this week, we started with freewriting and I wrote the foundation of this piece, more as a joke than anything serious. Anyway, I really enjoyed writing this so decided to edit and finish it. I might turn this into an occasional … Continue reading Inside George’s Head – The Heatwave
Once upon a time, there was a little cat called George. Whilst I refer to him, for sake of argument, as a cat, anyone who has met him will not dispute that he is at least 50% human. He has more character than any other animal that I have met. In my last blog post, … Continue reading A brief introduction to George the cat
At the mouth of a cave, the light floods in. The further into the cave I recess, the more the light fades. Eventually, it cannot be seen at all and darkness ensues. So it is as I explore writing; at first I sat in the entrance to the cave and wrote about what the light … Continue reading Light-starved caverns and hidden lakes