Rebecca Lees Writer

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(Half) marathon effort for lockdown: round II

We’re back in lockdown. After 72 days of relative freedom, I slowly, mechanically brace. Round two is like round one, but without the Dunkirk spirit and the Stronger Together hashtag. We’re not together; we’re segregated now by local lockdowns, some… Continue Reading →

The longest days

I’m strolling, at a suitable distance, with friends through woods dappling under bursts of sunlight. We’re approaching the longest day and this is one of a flurry of local walks snappily arranged as soon as Mark Drakeford says it’s ok…. Continue Reading →

Love in a corona climate

I’m on a virtual date. It’s exactly the same as a standard date, just with a slight gap of 11 miles between us. With some of the dates I’ve endured in the past, 11 miles would be a little too… Continue Reading →

Raising girls – and boys – to mark International Women’s Day

I don’t have a sense of humour. I know this, because a guy on Instagram tells me so. I leave a line of rolly-eye emojis in the wake of his post about all women talking ‘shite’ and being unable to… Continue Reading →

Glamping in the Afan Valley, Pt II

I’m lying in bed in the T5, looking wistfully through the window at a gorgeous camping hut bathed in late evening sunshine. Lionel is lying on his bed, looking wistfully up at me. Lionel is in the dog house and… Continue Reading →

Review: Willow Springs Campsite, Afan Valley

I’m cwtched under a duvet in a wooden chalet on wheels. It’s blowing an unseasonal hoolie, warm 50mph gusts buffeting the hut and whistling into the fading embers of a log fire. Late evening light glows through the curtains and… Continue Reading →

Review: Shine shampoo bar

Another weekend, another campsite, and the showers are wonderfully hot but without that camping-shower essential – a little shelf for the washing necessities. But that’s ok because my Shine shampoo tin is just the perfect size to balance on a… Continue Reading →

Hope springs

The evenings lengthen and we all breathe out, the fog of winter wrapping itself away until the clocks next fall back. The light-finding books remain comfortingly close to my bed, a second copy of The Light in the Dark dispatched… Continue Reading →

From teeny to teens

I’m the mother of two teenagers. Ah, I know I don’t look old enough – thank you – and, indeed, just 10 minutes ago I was on the playroom floor with toddlers, engineering intricate wooden railway networks to which even… Continue Reading →

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