Neil


About Neil

Father of two (but you can only see one), writer, digital boffin, reader, geek and probably some other stuff. Trapped behind a keyboard or chasing around after a 2 year old, somewhere in Wales.


The Canyon   Recently updated !

The Canyon: A Tale of Draco the Dragon By Neil Beynon For Ziggy on his 4th birthday. There are places where the space between the worlds grows thin, like parchment stretched too far. If you have ever walked across an empty beach and watched the waves break; if you’ve every […]


Four   Recently updated !

Bridgend, South Wales 23rd April 2017 Dear Ziggy, Today, you should be turning four – happy birthday, cariad. We wish you were here to spend it with us. We miss you. It’s a year since we last spoke. We are still in the house we bought a few weeks before […]


The Attic

Someone, I think it was Stephen King, once said their muse was a basement guy. Mine’s different, as it should be, preferring the high, quiet, places. The idea lodged in my head years ago, proving a handy analogue for when, for whatever reason, I have *had* to close or *had* […]

Sunset in Cornwall

Running to the beat.

Tomorrow’s the Cardiff Bay 10k. It’s the first of the multiple races I am planning on doing this year to raise money for SANDS who do work supporting families and lobbying for improvements in antenatal and maternal care in the UK. In a fairly short period of time, we’ve managed […]


Run, fatboy, run.

This year I will be fundraising again for SANDS in memory of my oldest boy, Ziggy, who would have been four years old on the 23rd April, 2017. I have re-opened my Just Giving page to this end and will be running in the Cardiff Bay 10k in a couple […]


Thursday Covers: Somebody to Love

No prizes for guessing why this is Thursday cover of the week. I watched this go out live on my aunt’s TV, wondering how on earth someone like Freddie could have died. There were a number of remarkable performances that day but this one from George Michael was my favourite. […]


One Year On

Anniversaries are funny things when you think about them – arbitrary chunks of time that we have decided are significant and so trigger reflection. It’s one year on since I left London and I’m still not sure how I feel about it. Our last few years in London were not […]