Sometimes I catch little bits of stories on the wind & don’t know who they belong to. So, I scribble them down in the back of notebooks or save them to my phone, then forget all about them.
So, I’ve decided to start sharing some here, & maybe one will find it’s way home.
The stories aren’t mine, but I did write them all. Sloppily. Be kind.
Just a heads up before you read on - I'm getting political here, which is not something I do very often on this blog. If that's not for you, I totally understand - feel free to skip this post, and [...]
In Northumberland, the sky is a different blue. It's icier somehow, fresher than our Yorkshire cerulean, and on rainy days it is the cold, bright grey of steel. The hills are amber and green, the [...]