Crossing the Whitewash | Books
I’ve got a book review for you today & with the Six Nations coming up, I thought it only right that I should review a book centred on rugby – in fact, it’s a Rugby World Cup thriller!
I’ve got a book review for you today & with the Six Nations coming up, I thought it only right that I should review a book centred on rugby – in fact, it’s a Rugby World Cup thriller!
Hey lovelies! I hope you all had a wonderful Christmas! The last week of Vlogmas for me was SO busy! I graduated with a Masters in Creative Writing which was really exciting & it was such a lovely day.
Back in June, I went to Santorini with family… First of all, let me just say it was the most beautiful place I’ve ever been in my life!
I’ve just handed in the heart monitor that I had on for 24 hours and I am so thankful to be free of it! It was quite small – not as heavy as the one I had on a few years ago – but rather than clipping on to my waistband, it was in a … More 24 hour Heart Monitor & Side Effects of Chemo | Wellbeing
Not too long ago, my brother asked me to do a reading at his wedding in September. This made me nervous enough. Then he asked me to write it. I wasn’t too sure how to go about it as I didn’t want to make it too cheesy or over the top. I wanted to steer … More For Dan & Lisa | Writing
The spring brings with it new beginnings. It is the calm after the storm. The madness of Christmas has died down and there is a slight serenity in the way we return to our everyday routines. A slight depression in the reoccurrence of normal life. But nevertheless, a fresh start.
I won a competition! My Christmas story, Starlight, was chosen as the winner of the South Wales Echo’s Short Story Competition and was printed on Christmas Eve. It’s a semi-autobiographical piece and is based on the relationship I had with my late father. I thought I’d share it on here even though Christmas has now … More Starlight | Writing
There is a cold mist that wraps itself tightly around the graves, binding them up as if they were to suddenly break. The trees line the side of the path, their branches reaching over me like lovers’ arms. As if they have been away from each other for years. The only noise is the call … More Unknown Soldier | Writing
We arrive at the Haymarket Theatre, London and take our seats in the gallery not really knowing what to expect. There’s not much leg room up in the gods so we squeeze ourselves in and wait for the show to begin. It is such a cosy theatre on a bitterly cold night; a cocoon of … More One Man, Two Guv’nors | Culture
As well as writing for enjoyment, I write for my own psychological wellbeing. As soon as I get what I’m feeling down on paper, I feel kinda better 🙂 So this is a poem about my dad: There was a gentle breeze this morning Wind lifted my hair from my face