Fragile RealitiesBack to schoolA hazy early September morning. Shimmering drops of dew rest on the grass in our garden, turning it a shade of blue in the low late-summer…Sep 7, 2020Sep 7, 2020
Fragile RealitiesCars kill communitiesI grew up in a cottage with a front door that opened directly onto the village green. I stepped from the house straight onto the grass. No…Sep 4, 2020Sep 4, 2020
Fragile RealitiesDriving westCornwall’s west coast is my favourite place in the world. Drive west, and it’s as far as you can go before the surf of the Atlantic Ocean…Sep 4, 2020Sep 4, 2020
Fragile RealitiesOn Covid-timesThe days become weeks, which in turn become months. Their form is indistinct, like the shimmer of a summer heat haze on a melting highway…Aug 3, 2020Aug 3, 2020