How I loved those cosy winter evenings, with the screeching wind slamming rain onto the living-room window. Me and my brother in pyjamas, dressing-gowns pulled tight, snuggled into the warmth of our mum, as she hugged us close, and heat from the glowing coals tingled my unslippered toes. But how I hated the rolling of the closing credits of the latest Columbo mystery, knowing it was nearly time to leave the only heated room in the house. Continue reading How I Loved
Being blinded by the early evening sun, I drove into the hospital grounds, searching for a space, any space in which to squeeze my car; this seemed such a long time ago as I stood in the dark, with space all around and only one vehicle to be seen – which was mine. I had entered the hospital grounds in sunlight but left under emptying clouds; I did not want to leave my son back there, struggling to survive, fighting for air. Go home the nurses said, go to bed, get some rest, come back fresh in the morning. Where … Continue reading The Midnight Drive
From Bristol to Brighton & Bach 