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Upon Reflection

Upon Reflection

I was walking along the path by the river, heading out of Richmond towards the Lock and Weir, and I passed under Twickenham Bridge. As I did so I could hear how the sound of my footsteps were being reflected back to me, echoed by the shape of the arch. I am always...
A ‘Rough’ Patch

A ‘Rough’ Patch

I work out of a number of different offices in Richmond, Twickenham and St. Margarets. I’ve also recently joined a gym. I walk between them. I like walking and at the moment I’m refraining from running (a torn ligament) and I like being able to have that...
Change? This way…

Change? This way…

Change? It’s easy to stay the same. It’s hard to change. I want to change. It’s easy to make the decision to change. It’s hard to make the change. It takes a long time to change. It only takes a moment to change. I can’t change. I...
Swimming, not Drowning

Swimming, not Drowning

I don’t swim. I can swim, but I don’t swim. I am not scared of being in the water – quite the opposite. Underwater I’m very happy. It’s that bit where I’m neither in or out of the water. I think they call it swimming. I’ve...