Stranger than
Or him
Stranger than
The things I said
I did
I thought
That’s the strangest thing
anyone has ever.
But you aren’t stranger
You aren’t a stranger
You can’t be a stranger
To me.


Sometimes you have to stop to go.
Take time to take time


to know.
Because the time you spend
taking a few steps back
to breathe
to stop
to see the cracks
will give you time on things that matter
and show you how to do things better.

And then you won’t be scared
When time stands still.
Because it’s the only time
you’ve got until
it’s time to go and time speeds up
and you’ve just got time you wish you’d stopped.


“Keswick is a market town in northwest England’s Lake District National Park, surrounded by mountains like Skiddaw.”

Dear Eve.

Eve, it’s time I taught you,
Now that you are one,
How to fill your life with magic,
Laughter, love and fun.
Always keep your feelings honest,
Always listen to your heart,
There may be things you’re scared to do,
But never be scared to start.
Then I know you will be happy,
And you’ll make others happy too.
You will find there’s nothing better,
Than making people smile like you.
Grow to be just like your mummy,
Strong-willed and oh-so-kind,
I know she’ll be your strength in life,
Just like she’s been mine.
Have such great adventures,
Go see things I’ve never seen,
Learn languages and cultures,
Come back, and tell me where you’ve been.
Remember, it won’t always be easy,
And sometimes you’ll feel alone.
That’s when I promise I will be there,
So you are never on your own.
You will overcome some obstacles,
You will face your share of pain.
You will find love, and you will lose it.
But you will find it once again.
And I will be there through your best times,
And I will be there through your worst.
Because, of all the girls in all the world,
Eve, you are the first.

I wrote this poem for my niece, Eve, for her first birthday.


Marathon training on Formby Beach.