A short story came from pruning; in the garden, wrestling with tangled ivy and vicious brambles, locked and woven into a green wall, I imagined a building covered in just such knotted, almost sinister growth. Maybe it was an icehouse, a summerhouse, a folly. A man becomes obsessed with revealing the hidden structure; maybe he hears voices from within, whispers, mumbles, mutterings. Maybe he has a wife renovating the old house they’ve bought, and it’s she who recounts the events, fed-up with his obsession.
My story, like the vegetation, grows and may become if not a novel, then a novella.
April 30th 2021 would’ve been Captain Tom Moore’s 101st birthday; in recognition and in remembrance of his achievement, a new challenge was announced by his family. They challenged ordinary folk to complete a hundred somethings to raise more funds for The Captain Tom Foundation – ‘whether you bake 100 cupcakes or walk 100 laps – help celebrate Captain Tom’s achievements.’ The official ‘Captain Tom 100’ has now finished, but I’ve challenged myself to write a 100 word blog each day for 100 days. I started on May 1st and when I complete my task, I’ll donate £100 to his Foundation.