You’re not from London

Sam was looking at one of her four children playing soccer in the pouring rain. It was 7.30am. Pitch dark. Freezing cold. She was wondering to herself who in their right mind would make a bunch of five year olds play a soccer game at this time of the morning…and when...

Catalan Bay, Gibraltar

It was late afternoon. Simon, Mum and I had just got back from spending our usual long day at the beach. We were all finding it difficult to muster up the energy needed to put our skates on for the next part of our day. It had been a typical enjoyable day at Catalan...