April

On the early train out of the city for a meeting and in Waterloo Station the four faces of the clock tell us the time wherever we stand. I drink Continue reading →

Trods

“In truth a family is what you make it. It is made strong, not by the number of heads counted at the dinner table, but by the rituals you help Continue reading →

Crovie

His second time here and my third. I wonder if you live here, or perhaps if you come every few weeks, you ever grow tired of the first sight over Continue reading →

March

At the beginning of the month – blue but breezy and cold – I take part in a run, out of Bath and towards the hills. A train on the Continue reading →

February

At the start of the month and by pure coincidence, three of my best friends are in town. One is staying with me, the other up the road in Harringay, Continue reading →

January

Back in Whitechapel for a doctor’s appointment I walk past the road I moved into two years ago – the streets are full of stalls but some new council money Continue reading →

week 52

The end of the year and a night full of light. Dinner was five boys and me around the table in my godmother’s kitchen in Edinburgh, a song I love Continue reading →

week 51

Queues in the Post Office and the smell of orange in the fruit shop; clementines fall soft in their skin, drop them thudding into my rucksack. Letters in the post Continue reading →

week 50

An old client in their new studio, talking about work and catching up on the past months. It is the last weeks running down to Christmas and everything is spoken Continue reading →

week 49

Beneath, the water is blue and I feel the muscles stretch in the backs of my legs. There is the after-school swim class and the taste of chlorine in my Continue reading →