Orkney

North. Keep going North. Keep driving – past Bristol, Birmingham, Manchester. Past the Lake District, where low stone walls trace patterns across green fields (and where we stop to buy me a pair of new …

Making my Mark

I made my mark the other day. On the wall. First in pencil, then with a drill. It was a big moment for me. I’d been putting it off for a while, afraid that I …

Do Re Mi

She moves the microphone out of the way and hands me a pair of boxing gloves. ‘Put these on.’ ‘I signed up for singing, not boxing lessons,’ I say doubtfully. ‘Trust me!’ I put the …

Flat Hunt

Seven names. Ring the bell with seven names. It sounds like a riddle. The riddle of the sphinx. Is this all part of the test? If so, I am missing a trick: there are two …

A Fish out of Water

A few snapshots – in words, not pictures. We stepped off the train and made directly for the shade. It was hot. I’d been worried about this. I tend to visit places with the promise …