Random thoughts and ramblings on no particular theme.
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I grew up in a strangely music-less household. It was rare to hear the radio playing or for music to fill the rooms of our home. What music did find its way into our house as I was growing up, was a weak amalgam of easy listening and hand me down tunes from my grandparents
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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.
