My daughter Ellen and her husband moved from South London to Guildford in Surrey just before Christmas and, as she was working over the holiday, in between unpacking all their worldly goods, we agreed on a date in February for my first visit to their new home. My mother’s death in January and her funeral […]
Day: March 6, 2017
Withstanding the Asylum
I hold it close against my chest, an exotic emerald scarab, carapaced beetle of afflatus. A hard face hides my longanimity; I refuse to cringe from my jailer, use the crescent moon to filter noise of other sufferers within these walls and, when I retrieve the bowl of watery stew from the ledge below the […]
writing in north norfolk 