Bulldozers moved over the ash. In their claws, the weight of souls. In their claws, a child traces her first word, her auntie claps with delight. In their claws, a young doctor graduates at Al Azhar, dreams of the years ahead. In their claws, three mothers eat pistachio ice

".........we estimate that 352,000 students are aware of family food bank usage, 332,000 are unable to afford to eat in school, and 260,000 go to bed hungry due to a lack of food." Keep up at the back.

"Politics based entirely on the persecution of fabricated boucs émissaires, of imagined scapegoats, of those most vulnerable in society, always ends one way," said Old Fox, sipping his cocoa, "in violence and cruelty and the degradations of war." "It feels desperate," said the

The Mouse was waiting in a long line for rice. She was crying. She thought it might run out before she reached the front. No-one left even a grain behind from their portions. The sun was relentless and her feet hurt. Dizzying, fevered thoughts flowered and faded like Damask roses

Just boarded the night boat to Belfast on my way to ⁦@ATEE_Brussels⁩ Annual Conference at ⁦@MarinoInstitute⁩ , which starts on Wednesday…

It was a little cooler that afternoon and very overcast, the clouds mackeralling over the pale stubbled fields. In the hedgerows, the sloes and the hawthorn berries gleamed and clouds of little goldfinches, skittery and light as thistledown, called to Wolf as he loped his way

Wolf hated the swifts leaving and refused to say goodbye. He stayed in his room until all was silent, and they had gone, flown so far the faint lights of the Finistère coast, of Ouessant and Île-Molène were below them, like old, old stars scattered in the great Atlantic swell.

It's also a national disgrace that many of these young people go to their local FE college and become brickies, chippies, sparkies, designers, engineers, platers, welders, hairdressers, carers etc and these achievements don't get the recognition they deserve.

I have used Calmac many times when visiting Mull & Iona. I think the world of their staff. Polite, kind, cheerful & hardworking are four ways of describing those I have met.

*NEW* We think the teacher crisis is about recruitment. It’s not. We train thousands every year then watch a third leave within 5 years. Almost half of trained teachers are not teaching. The real crisis is retention. And we’re losing many who could have become great. Link in

A ‘Valley Boy’, Dad likes nothing more than some Welsh honey on his toast in the morning. This jar was bought on my recent trip to Aberdaron. 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁷󠁬󠁳󠁿

Shocking images of starving families in #Gaza call us to act. Unarmed civilians are being targeted by the #IDF while seeking aid, making it urgent. Join us in solidarity with #Palestine to support @AmosTrust’s crucial work to help end the genocide:  https://t.co/R0dwSlSAmF

Dad tucking into his new book on Puffins, which ⁦I got for him from ⁦@bookcasehebden⁩ It’s delighting him!

“I’ve been searching for something to feed my children but there is nothing”. Daily 🆘 messages are coming in from our starving @UNRWA colleagues, every day. How can one respond to such messages of despair? Shames me & doubles the sense of helplessness. All man made, in

It was very early in the drowsy water meadows which ran through the village, across the river beyond the busy square. Lot of noisy hoppers here, said Wolf happily, who was particularly buoyant that morning, having had a good sleep and an even better breakfast. That's not the

The little Mouse's back and ears hurt & she couldn't stop shaking. It was difficult to walk, there was something wrong with her foot. The night was scathe-fire, red as hell. Her home, an empty can of Foul Mudammas, was gone. What she saw, what she heard, were ragged swords,

I would like to call my Papa on the telephone today, said Wolf at breakfast. Old Fox stopped buttering his toast and came to sit next to Wolf & poured him a substantial cup of cocoa with an extra couple of sugar lumps. And he explained, as he did every couple of months, that

Whilst the ‘culture wars’ may be at least partially over - it is time to rethink and rebuild teacher education for a sustainable future. Important insights here from @ian_cushing and Viv Ellis.

Someone stole from me once, said Wolf, stole a whole article I wrote about the Revolution in Russia. Mine was in the Globe, and this so-called journalist, pickpocket more like, published theirs in the Evening News next day. Nicked all my quotes from my pal in Saint Petersburg,

After supper, in the blue hour, Old Fox walked to the Sheep church up on the Downs, an old Chapel of Ease. It was dark and cool inside and completely deserted but for an elderly hare in the far corner of the front pew. He was wiping tears away. It's all so hard, he said, it’s all