'We have neither of us anything to tell; you, because you do not communicate, and I, because I conceal nothing.' In times of confusion, I often turn to Jane Austen for clarity and a pick-me-up. This quote resonated with me last week; it helped put a (full) stop to an ellipsis. Marianne Dashwood to Elinor … Continue reading Nothing to Tell
'Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets.' Arthur Miller, The Ride Down Mt. Morgan (1991)
Once upon a time, the campus of the University of Essex was simply Wivenhoe Park. Now, the University expands ever-faster with ever-increasing student numbers and ever-changing demands - so, much of the Park has been built over. Of the few spaces remaining in which to breathe and be still, this is my favourite - by … Continue reading A Seat With a View
'This monument is dedicated to all the animals that served and died alongside British and allied forces in wars and campaigns throughout time' So reads the first inscription on this tribute to animals in war. Recently, I crossed Park Lane in London on my way to Hyde Park and saw this memorial for the first … Continue reading Animals in War
She looked down impassively at the animal zipped into her handbag and felt only pity for it. It returned her a disdainful side-eye. Not the dog's fault, of course, that it'd been given to her as a let's-save-this-pathetic-excuse-for-a-marriage gift. She'd tried hard from day one to love the creature, and failed. Now, three years on, … Continue reading A Little Story
It'll be a while until I sleep through the night again, but tonight the silence of solitude is a welcome blanket
Last year, in my travels, I came across this. A note attached to someone's computer. I don't know who wrote it.I won't say where I found it (in case they're still there). I will say that I do hope they've escaped and run far far away.