Before Revenants on the Redway began, I thought Iโd have to hunt for stories. I imagined long walks, obscure Living Archives searches, knocking on doors. What I didnโt expect was how many stories would come to me. Or, more unnervingly โ how some stories seemed to be waiting for me, just beyond the edge of the light.... Continue Reading →
Bradwell Windmill, Bradwell
I have a strange relationship with Easter. It always feels like it should be a more special, more significant moment in the calendar but it's really not for me. Most years, I just appreciate the long weekend off work and the chocolate but all too often it leaves me feeling restless, as though I'm missing... Continue Reading →