MLK went running.
3 days ago
Just over a week has gone by and I am still in the middle of the aftershocks of her passing. On a beautifully sunny but frosty day in late autumn, I felt the urge to travel north to once again commune with the birds, once again feel the magic of whirling together with the large flocks performing sunset… read more
MLK went for a hike.
4 days ago
Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here in sunshine… read more
November 16, 2023
With the premonition of my dawn wandering in Oxford come true, glorious sunshine lit up the autumnal landscape as I sped into the wetlands, heavy with sorrow.
Grief is a many feathered bird, whirling and spinning in the dusk, caught somewhere between dog and wolf, 'entre chien et loup' as the French… read more
November 15, 2023
Those long uneven lines
Standing as patiently
As if they were stretched outside
The Oval or Villa Park,
The crowns of hats, the sun
On moustached archaic faces
Grinning as if it were all
An August Bank Holiday lark;
And the shut shops, the bleached
Established names on the sunblinds,
The farthings and sovereigns… read more
November 11, 2023
"There are many roads which lead to God. I have chosen the one of dance and music"
- Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)
Every year around this time, the whirling dervishes return in their thousands to the wetlands of RSPB Otmoor Nature Reserve. You never know when the starlings feel like performing their mesmerising… read more
November 10, 2023
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair.
― Charles Dickens… read more
November 5, 2023
I know it's true
It's all because of you
And if I make it through
Now (Now) and then (And then)
I miss you (I miss you)
Oh, now (Now) and then (And then)
I want you to return to me
'Til you return to me
November 3, 2023
Life is like a box of Italian delicatessen - you never know what you are going to get...
October 28, 2023
I travelled north to start the day as a ParkRun tourist, circling Arthur's Seat, somewhat surprised by the hilly route but as always enjoying the community.
Later, Serafina took to the skies in the beautiful sunshine to reveal the strong autumn colours of the trees in what turned out to be private gardens… read more
October 26, 2023
On a rainy Thursday morning I found myself in Fitzrovia Square, London, suddenly in front of the house where Virginia Woolf once lived. In my sleep-deprived state, I looked to the grey skies where what looked like a giant lighthouse appeared high above me. Feeling the urgent need to sit on a bench, my… read more