First term of uni I was a fish out of water. I'd made the biggest decision of my life to that point and shocked everyone. So off I went, a small town Welsh girl in the middle of London. I barely knew who I was. It took the few constants I could take with me; my love of [...]
Category: poetry
Legendary stories, rugby style
I may have brandished my soap box on the last post but the reason why is here. I came to love rugby, not just as a sport, but as something meaningful whilst climbing mountains, asking endless questions of my dad in front of the TV, and sitting curled on sidelines watching my grandad whistle commands. [...]
A building unexpected
A grand house inspires dreams. A patch of grass nurtures dreams. One rarely works without the other. Grass roots/local rugby - how else does the small child pick up a rugby ball and run with it? But how else are they inspired without watching legends, role models and mortals in jersey's that one day they [...]
Epic encounters
A nation's dream and a team of Dragons I have no words for the incredible, awesome, epic, miraculous sight that just happened. None. I am sat in the kitchen slightly disbelieving that Wales won against England in the 2015 Rugby World Cup, hosted by the English!! In Twickenham... Hell boys, amazing doesn't even cover it! I am [...]
Poetics and Memory Lane
I might have come down off my soap box from last week but it set me on memory lane, as did others things from across the week. As I floated along the path I have already tread I finally sat up and noticed; each time I have encountered something I have not been able to comprehend, [...]
Stori // Storyteller 