Steamboat

The Day The TV Breaks

I never liked visiting my Dad’s house. It was boring. My toys were at my house, at my Mum’s house. Dad’s house was books and dust, newspapers and daddish things. Watches and tools. Grey and brown and black coats. Mugs to drink pop out of instead of glasses. Dad’s TV didn’t even work anymore. It broke when I was about …

Two birds

The Ingraham Trail

‘Aurora borealis’ sings Neil Young whilst we drive. That is what we’re here to see, our goal. We make light twice as bright on our way and it spills out of the car, bending out the windows, filling the Ingraham trail like an ice cold fire. Joni Mitchell next, singing ‘Oh, Canada’, but we both sing louder and I recognise …