Rendered dreams

I love the way in which street art democratises creative expression. Sometimes. Not always. But often enough to help create … More

Angry Birds

As a little girl, I remember playing a game, Nature Trail that had arrived as a gift from England. It … More

Some mornings all the things are absolute professionals at doing their thing, me included! This morning, for example: the frost … More

My great-great uncle Donald used to bake bread. Pretty good bread. He took out ribbons at agricultural shows round Silsden. … More

Sometimes it does what it says on the box…othertimes not so much. On Saturday I was completely seduced by the … More

There’s a particular type of tiredness that comes with making decisions about what to keep and what to throw out. … More

It’s coming on (no, not Christmas) but bedtime. And the prompt asks me to write about a ship or other … More

The stars twinkle on the inside – you find them on the vast domed ceilings as your eyes raise, your … More

Words are our imperfect tools. When we are trying to find new ways of being in the world, we seek … More

Here’s one of the things about living with privilege. I have a linoprint cut I did in primary school. [I … More