Winter Sun

Winter Sun

In winter, the sun hangs low in the sky – you can see it come up, traverse its course, and go to bed – all in front of you, to the South, not overhead. The rays shine all the way into the house, reaching the very back of the room and warming it up. There...
The Ori-Gin

The Ori-Gin

I’m not big on firewater. It’s just not my vice. Very occasionally I may enjoy a lovely Chilean Red wine (my favourite) – or perhaps, for something stronger, a Plymouth Gin. Gin was once a controlled-term of origin – capable only of being...
Knowing One’s Station In Life

Knowing One’s Station In Life

I love the vibe in train stations. It lacks the coddled, keep-an-eye-on-the-luggage while we’re being herded dynamics of airports – it has just as much movement, perhaps more, except that the people moving about have both their feet on the ground. A...