It was M’s idea to go away, so here we are in the Peak district atop the ridge behind Hope Valley just before the wind blew up and turned us back. We played a lot of pool, in the oh so swish Loosehill youth hostel, and a lot more on the super swish table in…

    A few weeks ago my Dad and I drove up to shingle street, an almost completely deserted beach near Southwold to celebrate me finishing the end of my A-levels. We killed the first day swimming, reading and talking until as the dusk gathered it was time to light a fire, cook some food…