Ah, the festive season - a time of joy, merriment, and for me, a period of clumsy, ungainly hobbling, reminiscent of a newborn foal with its legs tied together. It all came flooding back the moment my ankle twinged, bringing with it memories of the weeks I spent awkwardly navigating life with a great, cumbersome … Continue reading Bread Bag..
Wheat Fields
There were different stages of wheat-fuelled fun to be had in my childhood, all just a stone’s throw from my back yard, and each one as thrilling as a page from an adventure book. A great wall stood between me and my golden kingdom - a towering behemoth in my young eyes, its domed, half-moon … Continue reading Wheat Fields
A Christmas Clanger and the Strip That Stole My Heart
Christmas, that grand old conjurer of memories, always pulls at my heartstrings like a fiddler on market day — and none more so than the memory of that Christmas. Mind you, I don’t need much encouragement to wallow in nostalgia; I’m as bad as an old maid sighing over her first sweetheart. Picture, if you … Continue reading A Christmas Clanger and the Strip That Stole My Heart
Bingo!
When I was a child, our holidays were never the sun-drenched affairs of the well-heeled, sipping orange Fanta beneath a Mediterranean sky. No, our escapes were humbler, anchored firmly to the rugged North East coast, in the salt-lashed embrace of Cullercoats, near Whitley Bay. We never had the kind of money that could ferry us … Continue reading Bingo!
Wording 