Being brave
Sep24

Being brave

When I was younger, I was pretty brave. Not daring as such, but pretty brave. If I wanted to go somewhere, I would just go. So I flew on my own at 17, I went on a coach trip to see the Levellers in Belgium when I was 19 and I went to gigs on my own throughout my late teens and early 20s. And then I had children. From the very first time I took my newborn baby son out into the world (just a short walk round the block in the pram), I...

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The Gallery: The longest day
Jun25

The Gallery: The longest day

On the longest day this year, I attended a session on travel blogging at Britmums Live. I’m not sure why, because I ain’t ever gonna be a travel blogger. For starters, we don’t really go anywhere and, when we do, it usually ends up in a series of minor disasters involving losing things, getting lost, delays and travel sickness. Not exactly the aspirational stuff of the travel blogger. Later that day, as I cried along...

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