Love Locks

The first time I remember seeing padlocks on a bridge was in Paris, on the Pont Des Arts, which straddles the Seine close by Notre Dame. When I got there I was amazed, this bridge was covered in thousands and thousands of padlocks. … More Love Locks

Dream Detective

Lockdown has provided months of time, all be it unsolicited for quiet reflection & introspection. It has also brought me many nights filled with dreams and the time to look at them. The latest of these I now feel compelled to write about, I apologise in advance for doing so. Me and dreams go back … More Dream Detective

Writing Home 2

La Casa Del Gato Gordo, Canary Islands, April 4th 2020. Dear Son,  Well it’s morning on day 22 of my lockdown. I just had my breakfast. Yesterday afternoon was glorious, the first really warm day where I managed to get up on the roof terrace and soak in the sun for a couple of hours. … More Writing Home 2

Writing Home.

La Casa Del Gato Gordo, Canary Islands, March 26th 2020. Dear Son,  So this lockdown business, what a fucker isn’t it,  I had plans, lots of plans & they’ve all gone tits up. It galls me somewhat that instead of being in India I’m 9244 kilometres away from where I intended to be & am … More Writing Home.

Yannis’ Bar

I pedal away from the beach, away from the pasty skinned holiday makers from Northern Europe, the temporary migrants in search of vitamin D, past the kiosks and the shops selling knock off sunglasses and gaudy beach towels, past the boutiques selling dresses that will never be worn back home, soon I am on the … More Yannis’ Bar

Bloody Karma

Corfu saturday night & there’s a party going on in my rooms, I am the host.  One solitary Englishman & all the rest Greek. I did not plan this, nor indeed did I even realise it was happening, until that is I woke up at 3.30am on sunday morning to find my entire body covered … More Bloody Karma