A Grecophile. It is how I describe myself, or one part of myself anyway. It is an important facet of who I am, woven into the fabric of my very being. If you google it, the definition is simply, 'A love of Greece and all things Greek'. Which does sum it up in a very… Continue reading Ever the Grecophile
6 a.m. is my time. The boys are still asleep in their cozy beds, dreaming their small child dreams. They are safe and undemanding. I walk into the living room, half open both sets of curtains and look out on Kingston Bridge, quiet for the moment, asleep like the homeless people living in the arches… Continue reading Kingston Bridge at 6 a.m.
I think we all get lost along the way sometimes. Well if you put yourself out there and take risks you do. If you don’t there is a fair chance you never found yourself in the first place. If you are this person, and your life has always been safe and predictable, you probably should… Continue reading Finding your way back
Someone stole my bike the other day. Right from under where we live. The security gate had broken and before I had worked this out someone went in and helped themselves to my pride and joy, a classic 1980's Raleigh Team Banana. Yeah that's a thing. My ex had bought it for me a few… Continue reading Silver linings
The world, life, it's very complicated. So take a week or two and get away. Take time to watch the sun rise and set, to watch the stillness of the hillside in the heat of the day. Meditate on the simple beauty of the world around you and one by one the layers start to… Continue reading It’s still you, beneath it all
There was a time when I would climb a mountain on a whim. I’m not talking about technical climbing with ropes and equipment. No what they call scrambling, where you just find your way up even if it means a little free climbing along the way. I’ve climbed quite a few in my time, Mount… Continue reading Mountains & Motivation
I'm sat at my desk, tapping away at my laptop, a sentence that itself would have probably got you arrested back in my childhood. That statement could not have meant anything normal back in the early seventies, a time you may you remember, when smoking was still cool, and a celebrity was, well someone with… Continue reading Music and Time Travel