Vicky Ewan

As is habitual at this time of year, I am imbued with melancholia for the passing of the days and the turning of the seasons, as Autumn creeps her stealthy way across the land and Summer smiles insouciantly, dons her oversized sunglasses, and waltzes off into the disappearing distance without so muc...

My younger son has a profound and enduring love for vehicles. This manifested itself initially in the collation of a vast number of model cars - his pride and joy, the source of a great deal of childhood amusement, and perfect stocking fodder for Fr Christmas. As he grew older, his vehicular fascina...

One of the most woeful aspects of my elder children having hopped out of the nest, spread their wings, and flown away, is that I no longer have any drinking buddies under my roof. I am not talking about the consumption of alcoholic beverages here (for I would have to look no further than my husband,...

My elder son recently declared that he is working his way towards becoming a vegan. This statement came as no great surprise; it's a development that has been brewing, I feel, for some years. He adopted a vegetarian diet almost exactly five years ago, shortly thereafter inspiring his sister to do th...

Our younger son, the only remaining fledgling in our nest, has lately been voicing a yearning to visit his siblings in London. Aligning school holidays, annual leave for both my husband and myself, and the disposal of additional responsibilities (the gorgeous but complex Miss Pup being one of the mo...

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"

This year, our writer is giving in to the call of the season early