Returning Home

I found a seat with a table and sat down, guiltless for taking up all four seats; it’s a struggle for me to fit in those without tables because of my giraffe legs. I left my headphones on and opened my book. That’s every journey I take between Canterbury East and Bromley South. No matter … Continue reading Returning Home

The Iron Way

Apart from Dad, everyone else was a stranger. Twelve of us, including our guide, were sat in a decommissioned bus. It shakingly climbed the corkscrew road (‘road’ being a generous word), sides almost over the edge, groaning with every gear change up the Honnister slate mine. Slate slopes plummeted away as the main road shrank. There were … Continue reading The Iron Way