Out of Time

      There are some wonderful photos at the Science Museum’s Illuminating India gallery, depicting 150 years of Indian Photography, amongst one of the many photos that grabbed me was a picture of a father & daughter. Perhaps it would be better to say that there was something haunting in the photo, the subjects … More Out of Time


Far away you and I on the beach sand by a crackling fire. Reds & golds light your face I listen as you tell me your stories. Of the roads you have travelled the people lost & people found Of days your heart was broken Of  lovers who healed The nights when the moon was … More Fireside

England Autumn

Rays of sunlight pierce the green forest canopy above me on my morning walk. They make me think of stage lights at a theatre, beams spotlight patches of furry moss,  the forest floor cluttered with a carpet of fallen leaves that  touch every possible shade of russet & brown & gold. Tree trunks wider than … More England Autumn

Mindless Meditation

The search for enlightenment takes me to a room in London chock-a-block with Buddhists, we are going to meditate. I’ve listened earnestly to the instructions from the teacher  Rinke-Dinke-Rinopoche ( what are the chances of a white anglo saxon man from Surrey being named thus – what a world of eternal surprises I inhabit ). I … More Mindless Meditation


    In Dharmsala I wake in a homestay on a hillside in the foothills of the Himalayas to the sound of the rain pattering out a rhythm on the rusty tin roof above, my eyes focus on the little window of the room, drops of water collect into rivulets and flow down the panes, … More Akogare*

The Old Lady

August rain drops tumble onto London pavements. Listen hard and you will hear a million umbrellas unfurl out of tube station exits, under grey skies office workers trudge to joyless office blocks full of flickering computer screens I sit outside a cafe at  Notting Hill Gate, genteel Notting Hill sheltering from the rain An old lady rough sleeper shuffles by … More The Old Lady

The fabric of Stars

 Part of the predominantly attractive City of Freiburg is a grey brutal sprawl of concrete. A walkway & 70’s footbridge straddles a busy dual-carriageway, it goes by the name of Schlossbergsteg, one side has it’s feet in the town, the other rests its foundations at the base of a forest covered hill, Castle Mountain. I have … More The fabric of Stars

Lily White

For the first fifty-three years of my life at no point did I ever have the slightest desire whatsoever to visit Germany. Now whilst admittedly there is a lot that this country has contributed to the world, be it literature, art, philosophy, science or a host of other stuff, quite frankly none of that made … More Lily White

Breathing in Nepal

The moment you leave Kathmadu airport and step into Nepal your lungs begin to taste the air, with each exhalation at the bottom of each breath comes that moment of stillness, then Nepal rushes in. That air is laden with chaos, traffic, fumes, dust blown on an unwholesome air,  your eyes find strange faces peering from … More Breathing in Nepal

Rambling Rhymes

Naked  I like you naked next to me Even though i’m fifty three I like your lips, I like your hair But Best of all I like you bare. Adam Thats it I’m finished with sinning It was a mistake from beginning That bite of the apple did for me I’m out of the garden … More Rambling Rhymes