You may find yourself bewildered and frustrated whilst in the process of self-reclamation. Wondering how you exhume that tiny voice that was shoved down so hard it’s now barely audible. It is through processes like writing that we can start to come home to ourselves after a long tiresome journey

Eight months ago, when I lived in the sleepy Welsh village of Fishguard, I wrote this rather impromptu diatribe of ridiculousness after a run through…

Maybe it’s reminding me to get on with learning Italian (a lifelong goal), but I get this odd feeling that there’s more to it, almost as if a chapter of life is opening and some version of ‘Eat, Pray, Love’, is about to begin.