In High School there was a time where I held the dubious honour of being the only string in the school band. It presented an awkward conundrum… where should I stand? Problem solved, my viola…
Category: Coming Home
For What It’s Worth – Memory
For as long as I can remember Nan made Christmas cakes. I have a clear memory of that special cake appearing proudly on the table, sliced and presented on a glass plate after dinner. As…