Skywards

Dreaming of standing ankle-deep in chilly lakewater, tiny ripples playing at being waves rolling across the surface under a gust of wind.Dreaming of sitting on parched grass -- more baked earth than lawn -- and hearing a band start up on the mainstage from across the other side of the festival.Dreaming of being shown to a table, talked through a specials menu.Dreaming of half-closing my eyes as the countryside rolls past the window, on my way to something, thumb wedged inside a book I'll barely read.Dreaming of handing my coat over to the cloakroom attendant, buying a whole bottle of wine, and stepping into the dark of an arena to see people so famous I can scarcely believe they are real.Dreaming of raising my arms into strobe-lit fog, transported.Dreaming of hugging. Dreaming of laughing.Dreaming of flying. Dreaming of landing.Other things

My Stuff

  • My first article for Good Beer Hunting was published this week. It's about Corto, the bar Tom and I are working to open by the end of lockdown. I was initially hesitant to write this as it felt premature and self-congratulatory, but the process was really cathartic. I'm glad I did it. And I've had some really positive feedback from it too, which I'd like to thank people for taking the time to send. It's really kind of you, and always hugely appreciated.

  • I was asked to write about local restaurants in Lancashire I'm looking forward to going to once lockdown is over, so I took the opportunity to shout about indie restaurants that maybe don't get a lot of coverage. Lancashire's a lucky county to have so many top restaurants, but there are loads without stars or famous fans who do excellent, exciting, delicious work too.