Kerri Andrews
@kerriandrewsuk.bsky.social
Writer & academic at University College Cork, where I am also Director of Creative Writing. Author of Pathfinding and Wanderers. Editor of Way Makers + Nan Shepherd’s letters. Walker, reader and single mum. Signed copies of all books: kerriandrews.co.uk
We are not sane is the simple yet horrifying answer. Hope all survive the ride 🙃
November 8, 2025 at 5:25 PM
We are not sane is the simple yet horrifying answer. Hope all survive the ride 🙃
My absolute favourite tree. Especially in the Borders!
October 28, 2025 at 7:37 PM
My absolute favourite tree. Especially in the Borders!
In my case at least it was validating to see someone else feeling the same things, tho expressed with far greater erudition (and pleasing sarcasm). Sometimes outrage is the only moral response. I think this is one of those times.
October 23, 2025 at 5:07 PM
In my case at least it was validating to see someone else feeling the same things, tho expressed with far greater erudition (and pleasing sarcasm). Sometimes outrage is the only moral response. I think this is one of those times.
I appreciated the sardonic outrage very much. Grim news, but the withering prose somehow helped.
October 23, 2025 at 1:25 PM
I appreciated the sardonic outrage very much. Grim news, but the withering prose somehow helped.
Feeling quite pleased that I managed a mere 33%, including two books signed by the lovely Michael Rosen mostly unfazed by the ludicrous spelling I chose for my son’s name. Festival win!
October 17, 2025 at 12:41 PM
Feeling quite pleased that I managed a mere 33%, including two books signed by the lovely Michael Rosen mostly unfazed by the ludicrous spelling I chose for my son’s name. Festival win!
I’ve been known to take my son on a massive bike ride *and* give him a big blast round the playpark on the same day but… nope, doesn’t make an iota of difference. ‘I’m not tired!’ He mewls while bouncing off the bed at 9.30. *I’m tired*
Please tell me yours have grown out of it before your 90th….
Please tell me yours have grown out of it before your 90th….
October 13, 2025 at 8:37 PM
I’ve been known to take my son on a massive bike ride *and* give him a big blast round the playpark on the same day but… nope, doesn’t make an iota of difference. ‘I’m not tired!’ He mewls while bouncing off the bed at 9.30. *I’m tired*
Please tell me yours have grown out of it before your 90th….
Please tell me yours have grown out of it before your 90th….
Urgh. I go for the you don’t bother me I don’t bother you approach. But that does rather depend on them getting down into the floorboards in a timely fashion, and I’m not sure this one hasn’t taken a shine to the high life on my nice soft carpet.
October 4, 2025 at 10:37 PM
Urgh. I go for the you don’t bother me I don’t bother you approach. But that does rather depend on them getting down into the floorboards in a timely fashion, and I’m not sure this one hasn’t taken a shine to the high life on my nice soft carpet.