The Song & The Sea

On occasions my tendency to over-share has been remarked upon, rather often it has to be said with good reason. I will happily recount salacious tales that others with a better sense of decorum would keep to themselves, I like the shock value, the inappropriateness, but rarely if ever will I venture into talking about … More The Song & The Sea

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.

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