Driving in fog
September is the month of ‘mists and mellow fruitfulness’ – an appropriate time for businesses to plan for the final…
The song of Suffolkski
“It’s been a difficult year to be a Russian here in the UK, yes?” I opened. “Not really. Always like…
Changing the conversation
In my imagination, I have transported myself back to 2017, when the world was recognisably normal, and we actually flew…
The banquet of the damned
Cambodia. A fleet of tuk-tuks have just ferried five hundred people into the jungle from the swankiest hotels in Siem…
Filling up the coffers
It’s time to go to work. My interest in being a full time parent/ teacher/ carer/ minder/ playmate/ bottle washer/…
The magic box
“Here is a box, a musical box. Wound up and ready to play. But this box can hide a secret…
The salesman
I have two hand made suits. To get into them again I will have to shed some weight – they…
A coral cradle
The instructor pointed at my son, gently swimming over the wreck of the WWII US warship 3 metres below us,…
Sons of Sparta
“Where are you from?” enquires the mayor of Olympia. My son tells him we are from Brighton. We expect a…
Grace
“Something to drink, sir?” the stewardess proffered the silver tray. There was Champagne, orange juice or water. Bryan reached for…