It is rare, on one of our workshop weekends, to get a moment to yourself outside of your room. There is so much to do and any free time is
Tag: peace
RememberingRemembering
My mother was not quite seventeen when I was born. She and my father, just three years her senior, had married early as he had joined the army. They were
Remembrance DayRemembrance Day
I was dismayed to see how few places were selling poppies this year. It used to be that there was nowhere you could not buy one. This year, I had
The man without a faceThe man without a face
I must have been ten or so. We were on a school trip to York. As we walked beneath the arches of Micklegate Bar, a man walked towards us. The