Sunlight shines on grass blades and fresh fragrance whistles up my nostrils and feels like June.

Tripping through adolescence like a Catherine wheel ablaze with vibrant life.

Bursts of joy swallowing tea and spluttering at the earthy taste.

Endless nights on North hill and people and places that never change.


Under the lights as Lucy Lime and Linda from Liverpool, remembering lines and cutting them

Songs that were sung in Les Miserables and when we cleaned your kitchen.

Doe a Dear. A female dear.

Sea Salt in the air and colours in my hair.

From Minehead to Bristol, where twisted roads made me confused as to where my life was going.

Long nights and raving lights and Cartons of Cider in Castle Park from the Apple

12 months flew by and I headed to a new world of grids and mountains.