One day we went to see the old man of Storr. It was raining and the wind blew the droplets sideways and straight into us. We were of course on the Isle…
Charlotta Buxton
I haven’t wanted a cigarette since 2013. It was long past midnight and my friend Ilaria and I had ended up at a moving out party in an art studio in Ho…
Charlotta Buxton
At some point this year we crossed a threshold and stepped into a new world. We might not fully realise it yet, with the scent of all that once was sti…
Charlotta Buxton
Many of us spend these days thinking this is just an interlude, that we will return to what once was. I often think like this too and I plan for the da…
Charlotta Buxton
It’s the cliché isn’t it. If you’re creative then you also have to be slightly mad. And if you’re brilliant, if you’re like Sylvia Plath or Virgina Woo…
Charlotta Buxton
There was once a little boy, a boy not many people paid much attention to. He had been sent away by his parents and lived with a woman near the beautif…
Charlotta Buxton
Before he turned thirty Winston Churchill had travelled across the world, he wrote several books and delivered hundreds of speeches in front of large a…
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The day the Houses of Parliament burned down no one batted an eyelid as the stone floor became hotter and hotter in the House of Lords. The housekeeper…
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There once was a journalist called John McCarthy. He was working in a land far away from his home when he was kidnapped. He was placed in a cell and di…
Charlotta Buxton
In my job as a journalist and writer I read a lot of interesting stuff. I like interesting stuff and I would like to tell people, “hey, look at this”. …
Charlotta Buxton