Archives for: "August 2016"
My brilliant friend
I've been working at the fag end of Lancashire in an open-air shopping centre in Fleetwood, a wind-blown place with the smell of rotting fish stewing in wheelie bins. more »
I am pleased that there is nothing to do in Appleby
I went, out of a reluctant parent's duty, to watch middle daughter in a professional open-air play in our spectacular park, a wonky jumble of hillocks and dells colonised from a former quarry. It poured down, and I was ill-prepared. more »