Driving home yesterday afternoon, just as the sun was edging towards the exit and the sky was a warm grey-blue, Alan said, “I will never get sick of Northumbrian skies.”
His words reminded me of Tuesday afternoon. I was home alone and the light was starting to go, so I went to draw the curtains and, [...]
Something that’s really noticeable (or, I suppose, really difficult to see) about living in the north, after twenty years in London, is real, thorough darkness. 350 miles up from our old home, it’s properly dark by 4pm, and the low population density means low light pollution means you know it’s dark.
What I love about the [...]
I was walking Hope along the beach, between writing sessions, yesterday. The morning had been unrelenting rain, but sometime over lunch things started to pick up, and by 2pm I was strolling along a near-deserted beach in my lovely red fur-lined wellies, looking at this.
I don’t often wish that my life was different, but right [...]