Something was missing this morning. Sure, I managed to stay in bed until 9, and sure, I listened to Steve Wright’s Sunday love songs. I read a bit, caught up with Facebook, and planned the day. But all of this felt slightly less real for one simple reason – when I opened my eyes I … More Moments missed
Once every few weeks, I squeeze out of a narrow parking bay in York and creep between rows of silent cars as I travel a well worn strip of tarmac. When I reach the end, I twist around for one final, lingering, glance, before I once more stretch my heart across 120 miles and 2 countries. Every … More The worst view in the world, or across the Penines and back.