The drive to Rhonda
The detour is the best destination. I have learnt this. The surprises, the wrong turns, the impulse decisions, the left…
A night in
Christ knows, we’ve all had to find a way to entertain ourselves through these pandemic days. Ok, some of our…
And a river runs through it
Wharfedale is my dale. I spent most of my childhood in its fold – living on the valley side, going…
A few of my favourite things: Part 1 – 1970s
In this world shattering decade, I went from being 6 to 16 years old, was despatched to boarding school aged…
How to have a mid-life crisis – by a real expert (Part 2)
When the going gets tough, the tough go away. My world had collapsed. The death of my business partner and…
The beloved place
It’s that time of year again. Time for our family pilgrimage to a part of England that holds a beloved…
How to have a midlife crisis – by a real expert (Part 1)
A snowstorm rages outside my apartment in the Alpine ski resort of Meribel. I am on the phone to my…
Mazey Day
This coming Saturday it will be Mazey Day in Penzance. I have not been to Penzance for three years, and…
Life’s pleasures – number 3
What I want to know is, when did it become “eccentric” to have a bath? The perpetrator of this odd…
The History Man
I recognised Jeffery the moment he walked through the door, even though I hadn’t seen him for forty-four years. He…