: About Me

My Grandad the Hero The rain tap-taps on the roof, a soft sound, reminiscent, making inside seem more sheltered, warm. There's nothing else like this, sitting in here listening to the rain. It's the noises that stay with you. A noise like that can send you straight back to when you were small. Like the whistling of kettles and clatter of pots in the morning, the sounds of everyone coming awake. It's a strange feeling of being inside, of being safe. The noise of the gas cylinders and the bang-bang of windows being shut. I love holidays like this. Caravans get a bad press, mainly because the...