Tell me
I have been dilatory at blogging recently – plenty to reflect on but …. And here come excuses, but I have just read Anthony Wilson’s excellent blog on blogging and suddenly a penny has dropped. It’s not ‘blogging’ it’s writing. And to paraphrase Dorothy [...]
It’s more like a house
Here's a snap of the Canterbury Festival Poet of the Year event at St Gregory's Centre for Music. It's a newly converted church and looks stunning but has all kinds of quirks that make for unexpected comedy - for example the only way for the [...]
On the tongue on the eyes on the ears
I’m a bit of a zumba bore but I can only counter that my whole life goes better if I regularly attend classes where we move to a mixture of dance numbers. It’s the opposite of meditation where the objective is to sit extremely still [...]
This repairing and mending
The seasons have been vacillating between summer and autumn. Early yesterday the garden was festooned with huge, dew-laden cobwebs but the afternoon was so hot, Canterbury was full of people in shorts and summer clothes. This morning though there was a proper nip in the [...]
I travel not to go anywhere, but to go. I travel for travel’s sake. The great affair is to move.
I’m just back from the Cevennes. On the long drive down, over three leisurely days, we read to each other from the kindle, Robert Louis Stevenson’s Travels With a Donkey. Published in 1879, it recounts a journey across one of the most remote areas of [...]
This grasshopper, I mean
Just in from gardening, tackling the massively overgrown rockery at the front of the house, pruning what wisteria I can reach, and greeting neighbours. It’s Saturday and a steady procession were on their way down to the local post office – lucky us to still [...]
