My father and I had a broken relationship. We didn’t hate each other. We loved each other. There was simply a lifelong chasm between us that no bridge could span.
I have been running for many years now, so many, that I think I can call myself a runner. I started big almost 10 years ago when I went from running nothing more than 5km to running the London Marathon and have ran fairly consistently ever since.
This is one of those books that drew me in from the the beginning. From that first knock on the door, things are not looking good for Alison and her family. Immediately, I wanted to know more.
This is the first novel by award winning playwright Barney Norris. Set in Salisbury, it tells the story of the moment when 5 lives are brought together in a most unexpected way.
I doubt you’ve read anything like this; I certainly hadn’t. It’s essentially a private diary that spans the course of a year, written by an 83 year-old man in a nursing home. It’s apparently fiction (although who can really say for sure?) and it is laugh out loud funny.
Travel to the very Northern end of the Victoria line and you reach Walthomstow Central. Walk for a further 10 minutes or so past takeaways, nail bars and bakeries, until you reach the rather aptly named Ruby Road. Aptly named because at the end of it is a real gem, the rather beautiful William Morris Gallery. It is in complete contrast to everything around it, and the only clue you are getting close is the William Morris quote emblazoned across the side of a house at the end of Ruby Road.