I’ve been doing a lot of driving lately and one of the benefits is listening to radio 4. On my last journey, I was fascinated by a programme about Kintsugi, the ancient art of repairing broken bowls. They artist uses a special lacquer mixed with powdered gold, silver, or platinum to make the repair, which... Continue Reading →
We’re all used to seeing squirrels, foxes and even hedgehogs in urban environments. In fact, thinking about it, the only places I have seen foxes and hedgehogs in recent years are in urban environments. Strange for someone who lives in the heart of the Peak District, but there you go. So, imagine. Here I am... Continue Reading →
It began with the figs. All 3 kgs of them. Having had such a dry summer, our fig trees seemed to go completely mad. Sadly, we hadn’t had the opportunity to eat their prolific produce, so I was unexpectedly faced with a glut of deliciously ripe purple fruit to consume. With some apprehension, I googled... Continue Reading →
The monks have long gone, but one of my absolute favourite places to visit in Cambridge is Anglesey Abbey, (previously Anglesey Priory and built in the 12th century by a community of Augustinians). I first visited over thirty years ago and it has long stayed in my memory, not for the priceless objets d’art, but... Continue Reading →
It’s been a long time since I lived in Cambridge (I won’t say precisely how long), but apart from the students looking younger, I’d have to say the distances between places seem shorter, too.
New Orleans is a funny old place. On the face of it, The French Quarter dominates, with continental-styled streets and facades, an array of Creole restaurants, tourist shops and jazz bands on almost every street corner. But even this isn’t what it seems. Destroyed by fire in 1794 , the French Quarter’s buildings are now... Continue Reading →
‘I remember and let’s pretend - I remember is where you start, it’s what gives the story vitality and truth. Let’s pretend is what the imagination does with it, the lies that a story-teller is allowed to tell.’  There are not many people like Berlie: quiet and thoughtful, kind and gentle, extremely articulate, when... Continue Reading →
‘Not all of us receive the ends that we deserve. Many moments that change a life’s course – a conversation with a stranger on a ship, for example, are pure luck. And yet, no one writes you a letter, or chooses you as their confessor, without good reason. This is what she taught me: you... Continue Reading →