Finding New Tracks

I climbed out of the taxi and entered the small but barren railway station at Chesterfield. The place felt different on a Sunday, stressed commuters and sales people gave way to elderly people travelling home from visiting family, or families heading out for a day shopping. Previously, I was one of them. I was usually

Pripyat, Ukraine

On a frigid winters day in Ukraine I am awoken at some ungodly hour by my alarm. I’ve only slept a few hours in excitement at today’s proceedings. I open the curtains and look out over Kiev’s beautiful skyline, lit a wonderful hue of orange by the rising sun. ‘Why you want city view?’ the