This time of year inevitably bears much self-reflection. During our family christmas dinner, we’ve begun a new tradition of going round the table and giving our high and low points of the year.

Throughout World War II, Richmond park was utilised to train bomb disposal units. Despite the fact I live nearby, I only learnt this recently when reading Ondatjee’s The English Patient. 

Today I walked with measured steps,
the wet grass of lifetimes.

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