Nel jumped on the bed just before 6am. Her body clock knows when it’s time to get Tom up and out for a run and she’s never late on the job. I can see her silhouette in the dark, her tail is a dancing shadow. I murmur something to Tom about the darker mornings closing […]
What I understood about my journey to diagnosis and beyond, after running 1800 miles across the UK, came out (unexpectedly, I must add) in the form of a poem.
The idea behind Inktober is a daily sketch in pen and ink, sometimes on a provided theme, or in my case, on any topic you come across. So far I’ve been inspired to illustrate an image of the day based on what’s happening around the world.