Event, Life, Writing

Thus, We Head Forth Unto the Next. 

The day has arrived. The end and the beginning. The turning of the page, the leap into the vast unknowable*. Today is the day we move. And it's raining as we get up, and begin loading the final possessions into the car. The van containing the majority of our possessions left days ago. There are… Continue reading Thus, We Head Forth Unto the Next. 

Life, Uncategorized

You Can’t Go Home Again

  The last few weeks have been busy. The nice kind of busy mostly; the travelling, catching friends for dinner, hiring wedding people kind of busy. In the space of a week, Chris and I ventured to highest Scotland for a wedding, visited Louth to house hunt and wedding plan, dine with friends and family,… Continue reading You Can’t Go Home Again

Event, Life

Goodbye, Little Corner

Four years ago, when I first started this blog, I was preparing to move. Back then, I had just finished University and was departing from student accommodation. There was no plan, not really. Several life ideas fluttered in and out of existence, dreams and hopes and desperate chances. Here I stand, now 25-years-old, on the… Continue reading Goodbye, Little Corner

Life, Writing

Back to the Grindstone

I returned to Plymouth yesterday, and after just one day to get back into rhythm of normal life after a twelve-day gap, I'm back at work tomorrow, and for three days afterwards. Then of course, it's back to serious chapter finishing writings because, as previous Wales based posts have shown, I'm behind in that department.… Continue reading Back to the Grindstone


Swedish Flat-pack Furniture Assembly

The snow has been drowned out by a healthy downpour, which has warmed the country and removed most of the deadly ice, even the ninja variety. My parent's garden, which during early Christmas looked like this:   was drowned back into colour by the thawing rain, along with the rest of the country. The vibrancy… Continue reading Swedish Flat-pack Furniture Assembly

Life, Writing

The Hilly-Hills of Doom

The snow dusted garden was visited by a pack of robins as I made my breakfast this morning. They bobbed across the table leaving a trail of tiny footprints, and then had a comical interlude on the frozen bird-bath, before flying away into the next garden. Their playful exploits were backed by a gorgeous winter… Continue reading The Hilly-Hills of Doom