The Pillars of Hercules
We are not tourists. We are living in the frontier town of La Linea, literally ‘the line’ from where the…
The Palermo affair
A dark city has no place for innocents. Ciara made the trip from her farm near Agrigento only twice a…
Top deck of the Clapham omnibus
I am in luck. The front seat on the left hand side in the direction of travel is vacant. I…
Sipping daiquiris at the shady end of the pool
Stolen moments make a daiquiri taste sweeter. Sipping one at the shady end of the pool when you are being…
Miley Sur – the taxi ride to Om beach
I had to fly down from Shanghai to Mumbai and then a short flight to Goa. We flew via Taipei….
Christmas Fayre
Christmas. 2022. It is an especially magical Christmas this year for two reasons: we have my mother-in-law staying who we…
A box full of Pandoras
Malaya. Sorry. Malaysia. I trip over the word because it is, for me, unfamiliar. I do not think of it…
Heaven tastes like this – the Butley Oysterage
A Nostalgic Favourite by Josh Kean (www.fooddialect.com) In search of a quiet life after the second world war, Richard Pinney…
Advice to the new PM…oh, she’s gone
On the day that Liz Truss becomes Prime Minister, I thought it might be helpful to offer her some advice….
Ramblin’ man
In the debate about anywhere people versus somewhere people, I am definitely an anywhere person. The somewhere camp can be…