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The poet Ian McMillan is very fond of early morning strolls, and often posts intriguing snippets on Twitter, of the things he observes while out walking. Reading these tweets, you get the impression that the world has altered ever so slightly. Snails slither towards discarded beer cans, eagerly anticipating a party that is still days
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I am lucky enough to live by a river. From my window, a wide expanse of water, some five hundred metres wide, stretches from shore to shore. It’s a working river, busy with barges laden with goods heading out towards the Rhine. Sailboats pass through here on their way to the small havens that lie
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It was my Dutch friend that brought it up. We were standing in the living room, the day of the coronation. Outside a crowd was slowly building, awaiting the arrival of the new King and his family who were due to sail past in a royal flotilla, as part of the celebrations. All of a
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It’s impossible to explain how inspiring and wonderful this guy was. Better that you simply listen to him. A principled, caring, intelligent and humane person, persecuted by the US Department of Justice, for trying to defend public access to information. A unique voice has been stifled. RIP Aaron.
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Tourists flying into Amsterdam may not notice that the map of the city contained inside their in-flight magazines is different to the one they would have encountered a year ago. Where once the city map would have provided an overview of the arched canals, the Dam Square and the Vondel Park, one area of the
