Two Weeks
As my first two weeks in my new home draw to a close, I find myself wanting to record their feeling quickly and without poetry- before time unselectively wipes it’s…
words and photos by Row Conway
As my first two weeks in my new home draw to a close, I find myself wanting to record their feeling quickly and without poetry- before time unselectively wipes it’s…
(aka Tears & More Salt Water) As I prepare to move this Saturday, I am awfully glad to have had such a lovely final couple of weeks to look back…
Four years now, I’ve had itchy feet. I never meant to stay this long. Nine and a half years in this city. I moved here on a whim. Late one…
I am pacing, pacing, always pacing. At the top of the room- I pause. The dog has moved to the sofa, his preferred perch from which to survey his dominion,…
Dates: 23 – 26 January 2020 It is a glorious day and I am sitting on my favourite rock in the world, gazing across Llyn Idwal at the slabs opposite.…
Dates: 15-17 November 2019 Last week saw preparations for another weekend away with the club. Early on, HJ offered me a ride which I immediately leapt at as she’d taken…
416 days ago, four women and a priest met on an unfrequented path in the outskirts of Snowdonia. The September earth was still verdant with a glory of bracken. They…
The idea for this blog began the day of my grandfather’s death. He died almost two years ago and that is how long it has taken me to get it…