Antonia Honeywell

Writer

It all begins again…

Welcome to my website.

Things have changed since I first posted here, so it seems right to have my introduction as the first blog post I published since finding myself unable to write, since knowing I wanted to, and trying to find a way through. This is how it is now, and as I say in the post, ‘Over the next few weeks, I’m going to write about learning to write all over again.’ I hope you’ll join me.

My latest posts

An alternative vigil for Sarah Everard

I’m not as unhappy as I should be at the cancellation of the vigil for Sarah Everard. I’m exhausted with the same arguments going round and round and round. How many times have women Reclaimed the Night? How many stories have we shared around #MeToo? How many times, in how many ways, have how many … [Read More...]

Decompression Day

Decompression Day I flew in from Uganda late on Saturday morning. It was a long journey (eighteen hours of boda, light plane, car, car, big plane, transfer, big plane, car) with a sleepless night before it, accompanied by a ceaseless circulation of thoughts. Life in Uganda was a minute by minute … [Read More...]

Arriving in Entebbe

We landed in Entebbe at eight o’clock this morning, having left Heathrow at five o’clock yesterday afternoon. We had hair raising transfers at Paris and Nairobi – first we had to get from one end of Charles de Gaulle airport to the other in twenty minutes, including a shuttle transfer. We made the … [Read More...]

Out of Office – Uganda

In a few short hours, I will be flying off to Uganda. No one is more surprised about this than I am. I don’t just go to Uganda, or anywhere else (except maybe the supermarket when we’ve run out of milk). And yet here I am. ‘I can’t help with tuck shop for the first two weeks of June.’ ‘There won’t … [Read More...]

The Ship

I am living on a ship of my father’s creation. I live with five hundred people whom my father has chosen. We have everything we could ever need – … Find out more

About Antonia

I was born to two people who loved each other; unfortunately this didn’t last, so I’ve largely written off my childhood. Life really began when I went … Find out more