I had a bear, in fact I have him – Mr. Wilson – still. He’s a teddy-bear given by my god-mother. Somehow he, and maybe Rupert who I read in annual annuals, and Paddington, and countless other bears, took on an almost totemic place in my world.
My writing group met at Banwell Bone Caves. In the candle-lit cavern lay bones of every creature that once roamed the Mendips tens of thousands of years ago.
I held the thigh bone of a cave bear and felt a strange surge of power, energy and magic. This was my animal, my spirit self.
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.