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this is not an apology…

It is strange to write to you but somethings are still too sore to be spoken out loud and all the wrong words often end up written. This is not an apology. What is done I would not have undone. … Continue reading

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goodbye central America…

I left less than a week ago, but here, high up in the icy highlands of Peru, Central America quite literally feels a world away, a day dream of warmth and sand to squeeze between my toes.

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love, tears and sandwiches…

This morning the welsh hills pulled out their best clothes for my leaving. The colours came out to see me off and the blue arc above looked crisp to the touch in the streaming white light. Since against the odds, … Continue reading

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I love you…

There were times when it felt like ‘I love you’ was a tumour in the throat, words coughed out like a choke turned tight on a wrench. For long months I kept the words pressed in at the tail of … Continue reading

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thank you and goodbye…

I’ve got just about a week left in the UK and then I will be moving on again. This time I’m off to Bangladesh for a bit more work – this blog is making an intercontinental tour! So here I … Continue reading

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finding you and losing you…

Hey bab, It’s been a long time but I try not to count the days. I am trying to let time slide through my hands and be itself again, to not see it as my adversary.┬áThere is so much that … Continue reading

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red dirt and a bumpy road…

Rain drops drum beat their pitter patter on the office’s corrogated iron roof. Dark clouds gloom grumpily overhead, airing their grievances against the stark stretch of steel-grey sky. The hills resonate and rumble with the booms of another a rain … Continue reading

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you in me…

Dad, You live in me. I often forget that when I am missing the call that never comes, the conversation we can’t continue. I think of death as a blunt edge, the sudden stop when everything ends, the plunge into … Continue reading

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leaving on a jet plane…

Hiya bab, I’m twiddling my thumbs in the airport on my way to the start of another adventure. I left home at 5am and it’s still silly early but by now you would have called me 4 or 5 times … Continue reading

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