Captain’s Log 02/07/19 12:38
I’m outside Ian’s house and I’m bang on time. The hotel I stayed in last night has a check-out of 10am, so I’ve spent the past few hours having some tea in a nearby apple orchard, which apparently is the thing to do in Grantchester… Continue reading “Grantchester Meadows”
Captain’s Log 14/06/19 12:04
I’m standing outside Jeffrey Archer’s house. The huge metal gates are open. To be honest, I wasn’t really prepared for this. I was prepared for an impenetrable fortress, an intercom. I was expecting to press the button and hear the muffled voice of a maid politely sending me on my way. This changes everything. Continue reading “Grantchester”
Captain’s Log 08/06/19 12:33
I’ve just got off the bus in Moss Side. I’m on my way to deliver the poems for The Specialist, Nigel and Mikela. In true Manchester fashion, it’s absolutely whazzing it down. Continue reading “Moss Side (A Slight Return)”
I was interested in doing Door-to-Door Poetry in Moss Side for a few reasons. An area in Manchester with a large Afro-Caribbean and Somali community, it sounded different to anywhere I’ve been so far. Continue reading “Moss Side”
Captain’s Log 20/04/19 10:48
I’m outside Pauline’s house, about to deliver the first of 4 poems. It’s blistering sunshine- apparently this is going to be the hottest Easter weekend since records began, Continue reading “Back to Boston”
When I told my friends I was doing Door-to-Door Poetry in Boston, they all thought I was going to America. In fact, the original Boston is a small town in Lincolnshire, known for the surrounding farming industry and for landmarks like ‘The Stump’, which is one of the largest parish churches in England.
Boston is also famous for being ‘the UK’s most Eurosceptic town’, Continue reading “Boston: ‘The Most Divided Place in England’”
Captain’s Log 20/02/19 09:15
I’m in Ruth’s kitchen, aka ‘Nana Flapjack HQ’. This morning I’m dropping off my poem at an anti-fracking demonstration on Preston New Road. Continue reading “Back to the Nanas”
Captain’s Log 29/01/19 10:39
I’m on a train heading to Preston in Lancashire. I’m crammed on a 4 seater next to some businessmen, who’ve filled the overhead compartment with their luggage. I’m surrounded by bags, wearing about 6 layers and roasting alive. But despite this, I’m incredibly excited. A few weeks ago, I found out I got a grant from the Arts Council to visit 10 places around England as a Door-to-Door Poet. Continue reading “National: The Anti-Fracking Nanas”
Captain’s Log 06/05/17 14:28
I’m cycling to Craig’s. It’s the last poem I’ll be delivering in the North East. This is where it ends.
Continue reading “The End”
Captain’s Log 29/04/17 14:23
I’ve decided to go back to Ponteland one more time, to drop off Grace and Caroline’s poems. Continue reading “Grace and Caroline’s Poem”
