Paddington station

Paddington to Praed

A month after the accident, on Praed Street, You and I took my paperbacks and your felt tip pens And we fled to the forests of America. A rented house in Oregon. Weeks tallied to months, and it became our home. We spent the first summer camping and meeting animals. London pavements, iron and cold, faded faster than I thought they would. …

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 …