Inspired by Those Horse Stories

When I was little and attempting to write something, gazing thoughtfully at a notebook, Grandma asked where I get my ideas from. I replied, ‘From books.’

She laughed.

Yeah…that wasn’t the right response, apparently! I hadn’t communicated effectively. She thought I meant specific ideas; I meant inspiration.

Books inspire me. Stories inspire me – prose, plays, films, verbal storytelling etc. All of it.

At the time when Grandma asked me that question, I was working my way through a box of books leant to me by a family friend – all stories about horses. I devoured them. I was obsessed with the idea of horses generally, even though I had never ridden one and tended to be too scared to even Continue reading

Grandma’s Hairdryer

My Grandma died last autumn, before all this. It’s strange how we can say that, isn’t it? Before All This. Everyone knows what we’re talking about…

So, before all this, my Grandma died. I inherited her hairdryer, for the simple reason that I didn’t own one. (Yes, I know – super low-maintenance in the hair department! A great trait During All This.)

The hairdryer has been sitting on the carpet, unused, by my ‘work area’ for…umm…yeah…too long. I used Mum’s instead, while Grandma’s – I mean, mine – collected dust – literal and metaphorical – because I couldn’t bring myself to touch it.

I’ve tried not to Continue reading

A Star Pupil of the Isolation Age

I stand in the kitchen making a salad. Glancing out of the window, I see a man walking past. His walk speaks to me. It speaks loudly and clearly.

‘Hello, it says. I am a man who is walking down the road. I’m walking down the road in a ceremonial fashion because it has become deeply significant of late. There is something I must make clear: It’s my first walk of the day. And you know what? It’s my ONLY walk of the day. I hope my serious expression is enough to Continue reading

Socially Distant Runners

Yesterday, Mum and I took our precious daily walk along a main road with beautiful mountain views. We kept a careful look-out. The social-distancing (physical-distancing) thing is strange; it feels odd to deliberately avoid people, even for an introvert like me! It’s better to be safe than sorry though.

As we were walking, a young couple came up behind us. We stepped through an open gateway into a field to let them pass and then crossed the road to avoid an oncoming pedestrian. The woman had to pull her dog and pram onto the sloping verge because the young couple didn’t move out of the way, despite having an empty road to their right! They stayed side by side, dawdling, and didn’t seem to acknowledge her in any way. She Continue reading