Frankenstein at Great Fulford

It was a dark cold night in St Leonards, there was a knock at the door, it was Gerry.  Gerry is a fellow ex-Croydonian (via Ireland) and Gerry had agreed to accompany me on an spooky adventure to the middle of nowhere in the dark. I had seen a tweet about a promenade production of Mary…

An open – child related – letter to Exeter

Dear Exeter, Why are there hardly any rainy day provisions for smallies?  I realise that Devon is a very beautiful place, full of outdoorsy people but why-oh-why are there so few places to go when it’s rubbish outside? Yesterday was a Bear Feet day and – according to the lovely member of staff on the door…