Woodbury Wetlands June 25 2021

Walking and Writing around the Woodbury Wetlands

For years, I have belonged to a writing group I started with my friend Lucy, a playwright. We started the group we called “Writers in the Dark” because we both felt estranged from our writing and we wanted to create a space where we gave ourselves permission to write wildly…


Urban beauty at Woodbury Wetlands

On 25th of June, 2021, four of us met for the first time since the lockdown — for a walk and a writing session at the Woodberry Wetlands reservoir in Stamford Hill, London.

Here are our quick impressions, offered as a way to share the intense pleasure we all felt…


Thank you to Karl Anderson on Unsplash

Exquisite corpses? Wild writing?

Exquisite corpse is the term for a method of collaborative working whereby a number of artists or writers sequentially contribute to a story or a drawing. …


Today we went out to the Chilterns for a wintery socially distanced Tier4 walk: me, husband and son. The younger one stayed gone to walk with her friend- at this age more vital than anything else. …


My favourite California flower — a beautiful immigrant that has thrived

In California where my sister lives it is still December 23rd. In London, it is morning, still dark, everyone in my house asleep.

I have been writing these advent gratitudes into the dark of this winter. Sometimes someone else will read them and send a clap or a like. Mostly…


Today I went for a walk with my friend. She was the first friend I made in England; we met because our boyfriends were friends from university. I liked her warmth and spirit; from the very beginning she made me laugh.

Later those boyfriends became husbands. We ended up living…


High noon on December 20th, Richmond Park London

On Sunday, we went for a bike ride — across Richmond Park, down in Hampton, along Kingston to the Thames, through Sheen Park and back in a loop along the north side, catching a glimpse of the water again at Brentford. …


Today my son and I went for a walk along the river. The water was low, exposing steep banks. The wind tossed the empty branches of the willows on the water’s edge. We passed a group of rowers, getting ready to go out for what will probably be the last…


Today I did yoga on the phone with my 20 year olds son. It really was the best thing about the whole day. That he’s willing to do downward dog side by side makes me very grateful.


On December 17th, Exiled Writers Ink launched its 20th anniversary book coming out with Palewell Press with a reading on Zoom. More than 60 people showed up from all over the world, and the poets who shared work were Londoners with origins in Kurdish Syria, Ughur China, Kenyan America, Iran…

Catherine T Davidson

Writer, teacher, immigrant. Angeleno in London. Connecting through the world of words one reader at a time.

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