And, Away!
It's six-o-two on Christmas morning. We are in a distillery cottage on Islay, Dave is sleeping, the wind is roaring round us like a fury, causing the wood in the…
It's six-o-two on Christmas morning. We are in a distillery cottage on Islay, Dave is sleeping, the wind is roaring round us like a fury, causing the wood in the…
I am on a lonely road and I am travelling, sang Joni Mitchell in a song I like very much. But her problem could be considered quite the opposite of…
Tuesday 20 JulyI sit at the window of a kitchen that is mine for the week, like a cat safe in the knowledge its curiosity won't kill it here. On…
Thanks to my parents not being able to keep their hands off each other for, preferably, another twenty years, a week ago I became sixty. I've known it was going…