Corsham — My daughter’s first experience of climbing a castle. Utterly fearless in the face of heights.
Grimsby — Families are the strangest things, mine being no exception. The house we lived in (and my parents still live in) had been my great-grandmother’s until age got the better of her, her son and daughter-i...
Edinburgh — Slowly, as if waking from a restless dream, the city stirred and woke. Its eyes; windows and darkened glass, looked out into the morning and blinked as blinds were raised. sketches toward The Messiah...
Waking through Edinburgh and remembering what I'm here for.
We round a hill and there, hidden by overgrowth; the echo of Navidson's House, the memory of Kafka's Castle, the High House in the Mist, of all houses ever imagined.
I grew up in that house. Then things got interesting.
big steps, small feet, up stairs.