Guess who's back?? Back again?? Alex Coleman's back. Tell a friend. That's right, pals, I am back with my annual rundown of what the heck happened in the year just past, which let's face it, I do more for my own benefit than for anyone else. Since 2020 when I began this annual update, things… Continue reading 2023 • Here, There and Everywhere
Category: Personal scribbles
2022 • The Year of Many Countries
2022 has been a very strange year, and a very ordinary year at the same time. Things were finally back to normal, in a vague sense of the word ‘normal.’ It’s been a blur. When I looked back through my photos it was a massive shock that I began the year in Dubai, because it… Continue reading 2022 • The Year of Many Countries
2021 • A Covid-Era Odyssey
It's February, which means it's about time I scribbled down my rundown of what on earth happened to me in 2021. Mainly for my memory's sake, you know how it goes. If you're not interested in reading a personal account of one lass's 2021- then I shall not blame you one bit! Let's face it,… Continue reading 2021 • A Covid-Era Odyssey
2020. What a Time to Be Alive.
2020. Well that was an EMOTIONAL ROLLERCOASTER OF A RIDE. I don't know about you guys, but I'm still in shock. I warn you now, this might not be an interesting read for anyone else at all. But it's an interesting write, for me. At the very least I'm hoping it'll help me to see… Continue reading 2020. What a Time to Be Alive.
Why are we only told half of our own story?
Last week I read with absolute joy that the National Trust had commissioned a report into colonialism and historic slavery, and how these are linked to many National Trust properties. I read it 'with joy' because I'm a massive history geek, and love discovering what really went on in the past. In order to appreciate… Continue reading Why are we only told half of our own story?
From Holywell, Eastbourne to Beachy Head and Beyond- photographs from isolation in my hometown
Once upon a time, I didn't like Eastbourne very much. I moved here when I was thirteen, and lived here properly for about ten years. Over those ten years I barely spent any time at the beach. Mostly I just wanted to get out of Eastbourne, not stay in it. And I definitely never even… Continue reading From Holywell, Eastbourne to Beachy Head and Beyond- photographs from isolation in my hometown
Farewell Grandad T.
Last week my grandad died. It was quite a shocker really; no one was expecting it, but it was an actual real thing that really truly happened. It was sad, and a bit difficult and I didn't really know what to do with myself. My grandad was a good'n. We used to go and visit… Continue reading Farewell Grandad T.