Dreams of a Venetian summer

Yesterday I was in Venice. From the moment my feet touched the paving stones the city became me; the heady mix of culture and tourism embellishing each breath I take. At the height of summer this temperature is overwhelming and the heat clings to my body in a thick mist of sweat. Sea wind slows…

The Festival. Night three. Face the monster.

Rather amusingly, something went wrong here and this episode didn’t publish at the beginning of the week when I thought it did! And I wondered why everyone was telling me they couldn’t wait to ready it…! Oops. Social fail. Well, if you do pop by here, I hope you enjoy the read! Love and darkness,…

The Festival. Day three. In the end.

Nothing like a bit of fun at the festival before we re-introduce our antagonist, right? The Festival. Day three. In the end. The zipper on the tent doorway flapped wildly in the early morning breeze as Charis crawled into the door of her tent. Nick was already cooking bacon on a disposable barbeque outside their…

The Festival. Day three. Inhale the dawn.

If you’ve left a goal to sit for some time without working on it, the best course of action is simply to pick it back up and run with it again, no questions or waiting for the right time, or you will never do it. On that note, I’d better start with day three of…

One more to round up the festival season…

Another festival season has come and gone, passing us by in a blurr of English summer rain, mud, music and beautiful people. I had the privilege of attending Bestival on the Isle of Wight a couple of weekends ago, and as always, I do love to tell a story! You can check out my review…