May 28th, the day after…

It’s 11:25am and I’m catching up on my diary. I didn’t do an entry yesterday because I was so tired … Continue reading May 28th, the day after…

A recce of the last part of the Hebden and meeting new friends

I’ve entered a race called The Hebden which takes place in late January around the Calder valley area. The race … Continue reading A recce of the last part of the Hebden and meeting new friends

I like to write about my running the day after as this gives me time to reflect and think about … Continue reading When not running is the best option

if my words could fly where would they go? what would they see? what would they create? would they make … Continue reading my words

We’re moving. Moving away from everything I know, everything I understand. Mum and dad have a new job the other … Continue reading moving away

The middle tier at school was easy. The tests for the top tier were easy. Life in the top tier … Continue reading struggling in the top tier

i left the angles and corners of urban life behind and headed for the non-conforming hills and fields beyond lined … Continue reading senses rewilded

my eyes do not see you as you see me they do not see the emotion and fire behind your … Continue reading my eyes

In the days before we had a party for every occasion we had just one, the Valentines Day disco and … Continue reading The Valentines disco at Holme Middle 1978

we all wore the same clothes had the same hairstyles ate the same food said the same things at the … Continue reading life after the cult