Tools of the Trade

I went on a breathtaking walk yesterday, from Kingswear to Froward  Point, delving into green clefts, glimpsing patches of Mediterranean blue – sea?  sky? – we could hardly tell which was which along the brush stroke blur of the horizon. Walking through an...

Take a Dictation, Ms Dunn

Stephen King once talked about writing as being a kind of transcription, a thought I’ve often had myself but never really articulated.  At the risk of sounding incredibly cheesy, it is rather like listening to a voice inside your head (call the doctor,...