Over the past academic year, I have had the privilege of being a member of the Legal Advice Centre for the University of Suffolk. This has been an experience that has been highly complimentary to my degree as a law ...
The Legal Advice Centre is starting an exciting new project focused on Immigration. With the increase of refugees and asylum seekers in Suffolk, the Legal Advice Centre recognised that this is an area which we could help in and are ...
Gippeswic Town by EJ Daniels. My heel strikes pavement once more, once againas cold and alone as the morning is grey.Click, click, the percussionist's solo starts,already mourning the new passing day.The lukewarm pastry in my trembling handsslowly ...
Littleport, 1815 by Michael Laurence. Samuel was one of the few who spoke out. The threat of French invasion seemed to take the fight out of so many in the village. The landlords, increasingly nameless men from far away had no ...
An Abandoned Airfield by Anya Page. When the wind is blowing from the past, this seeming empty space comes back to life. A horseman whistles as he guides his horse, slowly churning perfect furrows into the soil. Screaming black headed ...
Home, Suffolk by Claire Holland. Sitting on my bed in my rented room in Bromley, I’m contemplating returning to Suffolk. The daily commuting into central London, the crowded underground trains, the constant rush of traffic and people, at first ...
The East Wind by Carol Love. In Ipswich, at roundabout lunchtime on 15th October 1987, Linda was making her husband Mike a bacon sandwich. Mike was watching the one o’clock weather forecast.‘Earlier on today, apparently a woman rang the ...
Kensington Gardens by Sophie Wilks. Walking along the pier, Kensington Gardens rose up beside me. It’s a part of Lowestoft that doesn’t look like it should be there. A canopy of trees sheltered a bridge and an algae-covered ...
Let the Witch Drown by Ellen Freeman. Fye bridge crept from the mist, its stones glistening in the firelight. Hopkins leads the procession, face cast in shadow as he drags us forward. The chains rattle between our wrists, drowned out ...
A Cuckoo's Call by Maria Senior. The sky, dark for a summer’s dusk, held onto the sun, tightly as a knot. Vera glanced in the mirror on the dining room table in the fading light, teased her curls and ...
