I am doing WWOOF – a month-long programme where I am working on a French farm. I am writing a daily blog about my experiences. I will… Read more “Pretty towns, Horse and Cart rides and Goodbyes – WWOOF- day 4 18/09/19”
Rest, cycling and a whole load of shit – WWOOF – day 3 – 17/09/19
I am doing WWOOF – a month-long programme where I am working on a French farm. I am writing a daily blog about my experiences. I will… Read more “Rest, cycling and a whole load of shit – WWOOF – day 3 – 17/09/19”
Donkeys, strangely-named goats and so many apples – WWOOF day 2 – 16/09/19
I am doing WWOOF – a month-long programme where I am working on a French farm. I am writing a daily blog about my experiences. I will… Read more “Donkeys, strangely-named goats and so many apples – WWOOF day 2 – 16/09/19”
New Friends, Language Slip-Ups and doing something different – WWOOF, day 1 – 15/09/19
I am doing WWOOF – a month-long programme where I am working on a French farm. I am writing a daily blog about my experiences. I will… Read more “New Friends, Language Slip-Ups and doing something different – WWOOF, day 1 – 15/09/19”
Where I’m still me
I want to go home, Where I’m free, Where I’m still me Where I look in my mind, And find more than empty space, The face… Read more “Where I’m still me”
The Men Downstairs
“Help me, nurse,” I clutched my burned throat, “the Men Downstairs are coming.” “We’re coming for you, Lauren.” Squeak. Squeak. Squeak. “You’re a stupid bitch.”… Read more “The Men Downstairs”
Claire
Dennis Spencer held up his knight and hesitated, before placing it down. David sighed and stroked his straggly beard. He picked up his queen and paused. He… Read more “Claire”
The Elephant Ride
Suki knelt on her forelegs to allow the masters to climb on. She moaned, as her skin stung. She longed for them to take off the master-seat. … Read more “The Elephant Ride”
Something More
Look at the sun And wonder if There’s something else Something more. Something more than life back on our planet, Damnit, Because we’re all so small,… Read more “Something More”
King’s Street
“Fuck off. The fuck you doing?” I roared, as I raised my fists. There were four carers around me. Two lads holding onto me, while two girls… Read more “King’s Street”
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