I bet you remember, like me, if you’ve seen the film E.T. him saying the iconic words ‘E.T. phone home’ Although at first refusing to see it, but when I did, I was swept up and touched by a sense of longing for something, but I didn’t know what. A memory, set in stone, reportedly […]
Category Archives: Place
A Farmer’s Crop
As I took a drive out of the small town I had been for a year. A place of rest, rehabilitation, care and community. Cared for – after a tricky divorce and caring, I like to think of my parents, during lockdown, in a place of high mountains and clear tumbling waters. As I drove […]
