Writing

There you are, fourteen years old on Cockle Strand in Crookhaven with your friend Ella. You're simmering with excitement while pulling...

The water glistens as the mid-day sun shines on the river. It is quiet, so quiet I can hear myself breathe. I wipe a bead of sweat that...

I stop running at the top of the hill to catch my breath, adrenaline still pumping. Usually, I marvel at the beautiful medieval Castle...