I've taken my fair share of moon photo's over time. We all see it, sometimes we appreciate it. But how often do we really notice it? Last night, with not much to do and time on my hands I looked out of the window to…

When you're writing for the web, for "your audience", for SEO, you're not being honest. Screw the clickbait, the polish, the listicle. Tell me about life and living. Messy, disorganised, humble. With not an effing cup of coffee* in sight. I swear, if I see…

One of the annoying, yet sometimes interesting features of online photo storage such as Google Photos and even Microsoft's One Drive is the suggestion that suddenly shows you "2 years ago" type reminders of what you have shot. A few days ago, I was surprised…

Maybe it's because the days also seem dark, groundhog days. Or just that with working from home, whilst also supervising the 8 year old's home schooling it feels dark. Maybe it's just my lockdown mood, but I've often been going out to run or walk…

The thing about blogging is that it’s not me saying "I know something, I’m an expert." It’s me working things out, and trying to become better and sharing that with you through what I write, even if badly. Maybe that’s why it’s kinder than social…

At 8pm, the snow started. Thick white flakes began to tumble out of the night sky, leaving meteor trails in the streetlight. You noticed the flurries out of the window. By 8.30pm you couldn’t keep still. The snow was now settled, an inch thick. The…

Imagine being an early human, early hominid, with a brain very different from yours. Trying to make sense of the world with limited references and culture, trying to explain what you see and how you are feeling and thinking to a modern day reader. The…

"You’re probably becoming more of an asshole, but you’re also probably sadder... your ability to know the world, to know truth, has been degraded, while the world’s ability to know you has been corrupted. Politics has become unreal and terrifying, while economics has become unreal…

The only time I ever saw my Grandad buy alcohol was for haymaking. As the summer days became hotter and dryer, inside the larder would appear a large bottle of Woodpecker Cider, in it’s distinctive green and red livery. The grass had been mown a…