I’m writing this from a motorway services station at midnight on Wednesday night. It is a very strange place to be. There are two men who are sitting in front of the slot machines – they’ve been there for the…
Sunday Poem – Arthur Broomfield
Evening folks – it feels like much more than a week since the last time I wrote on here, so much has happened. Sometimes it is difficult to write exactly what has been happening, especially if it concerns other people. …
Sunday Poem – David Tait
I never know how to start these blog posts, not because I don’t know what to say, but I often don’t know where to begin. Should I start with what is freshest in my mind, which is what’s happened today,…