HANNAH. For my third installment of this blogseries I have turned to my dear friend and hardened skeptic: Hannah. She's the first to call bullshit on anything supernatural/ghostly; which makes it even funnier than her greatest fear comes in the form of a pale Japanese girl with long black hair covering her face, a fear… Continue reading Speaking Above The Torch #3
Fall in love with nature. This is more of a visual post this week, but I'm going to talk a little bit about the importance of nature in our lives and being in tune with the season. Don't let this Autumn sail by you... Make an effort to notice it with these simple tips and… Continue reading Autumn things: Part 2.
Home, crafts and creativity. Autumn is a beautiful time of year, where the change in weather, the leaves, the shorter days and longer nights catalyse a transformative psychological process in us, we reflect, look forward to the end of the year and to the start of a new one. This time of year has been… Continue reading Autumn Things: Part 1.
So you might have heard recently from the rare, mysterious and almost secret organisation type underground of Philip Pullman fans, that he has published and released a NEW BOOK; The Book of Dust Vol. 1 'La Belle Sauvage'. With the release of this new book came a series of midnight launch events hosted by Waterstones.… Continue reading The Search For Dust Begins: The Midnight Launch of La Belle Sauvage.
Last week I made the quick train trip home for 3 days in between work. My mum got three days off too so we made plans to do and see as much as possible! On Tuesday we ate breakfast at home and made plans to head over to Beverly, a nearby East Riding of Yorkshire… Continue reading Home Is Where The Art Is: A Three Day Break In My Hometown, Hull.
Its October... that means spooky times. A few months ago I started a blog series/project called 'Speaking Above The Torch'. Now, I'm sending out this to ask for a favour: have a spooky/weird/uncanny/generally odd story? It can either be something that happened to you directly or it can be your aunts ghost story she tells… Continue reading Send me your spooks: Speaking Above The Torch.
Fall Away. The world is floating by once again, in hues of warming orange and yellow. I watch the trees turb, conkers fall, like polished jeweks, hidden treasure in amongs the leaf laden ground. It's quiet now, for that small snapshot in our year. Before the bustle of Christmas. Walk by the river. Be near… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #12
Bote: German for Messenger. I woke early one morning, sprung out of sleep by something unknown. My bedroom was freezing cold, like a window had been left open all day and into the night, the cold winter air filling the room like smoke. But, the window was closed and had been all day. I blinked… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #11
Last week myself and Jordan stayed in Worthing where my dad lives, a small seaside town just down the coast from Brighton, UK for 4 days. I first visited Brighton 3 years ago and immediately fell in love with it. As a northerner, I very often find myself not feeling comfortable down south, believe it… Continue reading A Brighton Break.
E.HOURS 6:30 am Today I am exactly 29 and a half years old. Out the window of the Odyssey I can see the gas giant, its rings circling it like the inside of a tree trunk. The Odyssey floats like a cloud, breathing out cold gusts every so often, her windows are eyes, looking onto… Continue reading Writing on Wednesdays #10: When I visited My First Birthday.