Beach walk

My young daughter and her best friend were on a residential pottery course in north Lancashire. One evening we visited the coast just south of Morecombe Bay and I had a clear-thinking moment. We walk on the grass by the shore jumping the channels that cut the turf. It...

Cat

I love it when this sort of thing happens – to me or someone else. I thought my handbag was the cat. Under the desk on the sheepskin, while I worked at my writing she slept, keeping me company, keeping my feet warm, helping me think and connect. I kicked her and...

Q & A

It’s easy to forget to live in the moment… The Big Question looks for the Big Answer – you ask, “What’s the point?” Twenty years of education ten years of therapy and you’re still ignorant and fucked-up! Why not rise up from this absorption with yourself the guilt the...

Sometimes I wish

It was hard to write these truths – I felt guilty, embarrassed. Of course I could write appreciative, positive truths about these relationships, and that would be easy. Sometimes I wish I’d never loved a man not fallen in and out blinded breathless overcome. Or loved...

Squatters

I had a recurring nightmare about these men – and when I started writing about them, the story changed. Get off my back you disgusting old men squatting in caves stinking of piss prowling for scraps and skewering things farting and belching scratching dicks and...