Feb 11, 2023 | Essays, Non-Fiction, Travel |
There is no anti-depressant quite like sea-swimming, and Holkham is where I usually go when I’m feeling sad. Striking out into the enormous expanse of cold sea, over the vast sands, I immerse myself like the fox ridding himself of his fleas. I leave my devils on the...
Jul 16, 2017 | Featured, Fiction |
“My kids should eat,” Josie said, hoping to focus herself and Sam on practical matters. “Doug’s on it,” Sam said, nodding toward a bonfire, which Josie realized was also the barbecue. This was a barbarian arrangement — a vast open fire being fed with giant logs, and...
