Vicky Ewan

My younger daughter, as I have described on previous occasions, is a true fan of autumn. It's far and away her favourite season, and she anticipates its arrival eagerly every year. She will champ at the bit as summer's final vestiges slide silently away and we bid farewell to August - that goodbye d...

One of the things I miss most about the majority of our children no longer living at home is that I rarely hear their choice of music anymore. Without realising it, I had grown accustomed to their song selections, absorbing them into the musical library in my head and neatly cataloguing them in a se...

How quickly the evenings are drawing in already! It's only a short while since the clocks performed their backwards ‘Fall’, but the skies are deepening before 5pm, and lights shining from retail establishments and demi-curtained windows now appear through the gloom as cheery beacons of h...

"suffice it to say that I witnessed a shocking, brutal, terrifying ninety minutes of gore, fear, and suffering, set in the overlapping worlds of nightmares and reality"

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