Port Talbot

I once had a great-aunt who would find her false teeth under the sofa, where the dog had been licking them, and slot them back in, unrinsed, where they belonged. She collected octogenarian boyfriends on the bus to town – a new one every week, and, when I was five, she let me take spoonful … More Port Talbot

An Education

Months and years of hard work and hope, flamed and scattered in post-exam joy. Dreams of a long summer whipped up in the park. In a matter of seconds, probably. Most of it is science: hydrogen and chromosomes; sclera and retina; by the anode; velocity; mitosis. Decimals, Dates, Formulae. Headings highlighted and thereby promoted. Words … More An Education

MilkMate

Down the road from where we are staying sits an unassuming (but pretty) ‘shed’ at the side of a driveway belonging to Ottinge Court Farm. Inside the shed are some eggs and an honesty box, a freezer and two huge vending machines. One is named the MilkMate, and dispenses the day’s milk. A brilliant innovation … More MilkMate