Rolling, falling, painted hills Whisping, hazing by Streaking, snaking, silver streams Mimicking moods of the sky. Brushing, waving, swaying trees Grazing, flashing past Lulling, lilting little clouds Pushing the pictures too fast.
Over the last six days, the home of tennis has again provided some gripping play. Sure, with the exception of a certain Scot, our British hopefuls have failed to reach the promised land of the second week, but hey, they gave it their best shot, right…? Out of curiosity, did anyone just feel their spidey … Continue reading
Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland has been my favourite book since childhood, and as a student of both literature and dance the concept of this first newly full-length commissioned work for the Royal Ballet in fifteen years is so exciting. The new fashion in entertainment and art for exposing the more sinister side of fairy tales … Continue reading
You used to drink coffee three times a day. Every morning, I would grind the beans and make a fresh brew in the cafetiere my mother had given me and it smelt glorious. I thought it was relaxing to watch the filter paper grow heavy with clumping coffee granules as the boiling water trickled through. … Continue reading
When I was younger, about seventeen, my Granddad asked me if I believed in God. I didn’t, I suppose because I had no reason to. I hadn’t been brought up with religion; my mum was a part-time spiritualist and my dad’s prayers were reserved solely for the FA cup final. Even Granddad was pretty lazy … Continue reading
