Shorts

The Looe geese take off all in swathes, like kites ascending to the sky all in one go, memories of Southsea Kite Festival from home float...

Mostly flying in huddles below a mop coloured sky. They flick and twist with the gusts of wind like they’re merely washing on a line. The...

The path back is never as obvious. You always wonder how you got where you did. The rocks seem higher, the faces slipperier, and the edge...

I love the coincidences of life, the hidden interconnections that unveil a greater purpose for us all in how we live, relate and see each...