Essays, notes, journals, and other uncategorisable pieces of writing from the past few years. Writing about places, about people, about walking in the city and the country, about how I came to be in England, and all.
"What's it like, being in another country?" was the question.
Look to the skies
About ten years ago, I built up reasons to start smoking. And nowadays I'm collecting reasons to quit. Today, alas, I found a reason not to: smoke breaks.
A coffee shop. Strangeness. Coincidence. Crossroads. Caffeine. Magic. Honeysuckle and jasmine.
St. Catherine's Wheel Alley
A tube strike walk in 2001, or, walk to work you lazy sods! Read this or the bomb at the end will go off.
From city to country, and everything in between.
Our house was built around 1590. Two hundred years later, a brick front was added. Two hundred years and a decade later, we arrive.
Avoiding Christmas is impossible out here, on the land, in a village. This is not to suggest I would even try to.