Toby-dog and I go to the beach. The tide is way out. The sea is a deep blue. The curl and collapse of the waves is a glittering wall of diamond and sea glass. Toby sniffs, interested, at piles of plastic rubbish, then pees on them decisively. We’re both fascinated by the hundreds of shells that encrust ...
The work mobile peep-peeps: ‘Watch yourself today, it could go either way,’ it tells me. I stare at the black letters, cut out hard and sharp against the white glow of the screen. I crumple. My positivity is so fragile, my resilience so low. I may be fine, but it’s a kind of fine that shatters at the faintest ...
Forest demons and brutal murder: they happen. It's March. I'm out walking at Braehour Forestry, trying to walk out the tension, the out-of-all-proportion emotional responses to relatively minor work issues; trying to exercise my way out of the back ache, the stiffness in my neck, ...