Stories from the blue.
I’m on my last train in Italy, bound for Milano. I had a cheeseburger, chips and beer earlier, killing time at the station. At the…
I’d never heard of the poet before Monday. And then I left the TV on too late and I saw her. And then I was…
Goodbye pink couch. I didn’t really say that as the removalists kicked off the last of your legs and dumped you by the side of…

Christmas and New Years has been and gone, taking its own time, setting its own schedule of dinners and drinks with old friends and new,…

I’m Nicole, an ocean swimmer and a writer. Welcome to my little corner of the internet, where I share my dual loves.