Monthly Archives: January 2012
Flat battery, forgotten wallet, wrong train. Bad things come in threes so, fingers crossed, that’s me for today. (Not that I’m superstitious you understand.) This is the last of the wonderful January River of Stones. I’ve lost it a bit … Continue reading
Two lads walk by as I swing off my bike outside my front door. The one nearest to me has that perfect blooming skin, like the first apple of summer. I sigh as I dig out my keys.
Isola Giglio is small, but it’s not that small. We have sailed from there south to Giannutri and Cittavecchia. We’ve sailed north past it from Rome to Elba. You can see a picture of tiny Giglio harbour on our travel … Continue reading
The arch is painted dove-grey, against the yellowish brick and the pale sky. Beneath it, the tarmac fades into the cobbles of the little cut-through to Arcade Street. The wall next to the grey arch is a dusty, eggy blue, … Continue reading
HS2. Speed over quality. Work over community. So old money.
Today I had the great good fortune to talk to colleagues who work just beside the great British tea clipper the Cutty Sark. In 2007, she was swept by fire, nearly destroying this beautiful and historic ship that has graced … Continue reading
Green eyes, strong tail, a gentle paw. It’s evening now, but you are much too dignified to beg. Dark fur moves like heavy silk under my hand Turkey and chIcken from the tin. Just a little milk in the bowl. … Continue reading
The walnut tree, abandoned in a corner of the garden centre, sits in a comfortable pot, mulched against the breeze and surrounded by friendly bamboo. Tiny green buds poke from the branches, testing the safety of wind and warmth. I … Continue reading
Comatose, languid and warm. A cooling cup of tea beside my inactive alarm clock. Remember that I hate dentists, and why. Wake up. Yawn. Ouch.