Day 13
This morning is the first morning since the Winter Solstice, and since God knows when before then, that I’ve seen hope on the horizon before 7 am, hope in the… Continue Reading
Richard Pierce – author, poet, painter
This morning is the first morning since the Winter Solstice, and since God knows when before then, that I’ve seen hope on the horizon before 7 am, hope in the… Continue Reading
second frost you’ve seen winters worse than this when the cold bleached your bones from the inside out, and cats lost their ears asleep against barns and trees, metal fences,… Continue Reading
So we move onto the point where I decide to use numbers rather than words for the days. The house style of a company I used to work for dictated… Continue Reading
Robert Palmer’s Johnny & Mary has just come on the radio. I’ve not heard it for ages. It forever reminds me of Sunday afternoons when I lived in a tiny… Continue Reading
Like any father, I spend much of my time thinking about my children’s relationships (or lack of) and happiness (or lack of). Not that I think they need to be… Continue Reading
Yesterday evening I was going to write a long blog post. I can’t remember what about, but it’s irrelevant because we had two power cuts in short succession at exactly… Continue Reading
The magpies are chattering again Passing messages from cork oak to cork oak In the northwest wind. They ignore the lore of One for sorrow, two for joy, Too busy… Continue Reading
Who do you see when you look in the mirror? What do you see? What do you think? Whenever I consciously confront myself in the mirror, when I’m not shaving… Continue Reading
The question of heroism in the context of Antarctic exploration was the theme for a webinar I have just watched, in particular that of the men (and they were only… Continue Reading
Last night, parking up at the far end of the supermarket car park (one of my habits to avoid the unnecessary stress of trying to find that single space amidst… Continue Reading