by nicola | Mar 25, 2021 | #WritersByNight, Memoir
I thought I’d be going over the park after lunch, you know the climbing frame, the roundabout and just hanging about with whoever was around. And then he asked me. My dad asked me if I wanted to go over to the park and ride my bike. With him! I felt so special that...
by HillWalker | Mar 7, 2021 | #WritersByNight, Memoir
This is a reflection, a first draft, of a very joyful memory of teaching. I am sure it will go through a number of versions as I continue to work on it over the next few months, or when the mood takes me. But I hope you enjoy this first version. THE JOY OF TEACHING:...
by HillWalker | Jan 10, 2021 | #WritersByNight, Memoir
Walking home, swinging my satchel, eyes fixed on the pavement, I was deep in thought about a difficult day at school. A sudden barking made me glance up. Mrs Thomas’ dog was at the gate, balanced on his hind legs, with his front legs gripping the top of the iron gate...
by nicola | Dec 28, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Memoir
The sun struggled to drag itself over the horizon but it was leagues ahead of me, cocooned in a nest of duvet. The longest term of the school year had culminated in glitter and carols and ever since I had withdrawn to my bed. Apart from last night. Prosecco-tinged...
by nicola | Nov 26, 2020 | #WritersByNight, Memoir
This is the first draft of a memoir piece I am writing as a member of my Year 6 writing community. I thought I’d be going over to the park after lunch. You know: the climbing frame, the roundabout, just hanging with whoever was around. And then he asked me. ...
