I took a walk a few days ago with my partner and her horse. It was one of these windy autumn days when the summers green turned gold rustle restlessly against the air and tumble in brittle waves to the ground. We walked and we talked and sometimes we just walked. Continue reading
I got properly into a river yesterday, up to my middle, for the first time possibly since I was a child. I say possibly because I can’t actually remember the last time I got into a river. About fourteen or fifteen years ago I paddled, like some painfully white stick insect, in the Caribbean Ocean on a miserable holiday but that’s the last time I remember getting properly wet in anything other than a bath or a shower or a rainy day. Continue reading
I remember as a child making seemingly endless train journeys to the South of England to stay with now, long dead relatives in dingy houses I could no longer find, if they even still exist. Railways were altogether rather more basic back then, though not necessarily in a bad way. Continue reading
The sun slipped slowly towards the translucent pale blue horizon. The closing hours of a cold and windy December day slowly ticked away with the metronomic lapping of water amongst reeds. It was two days before New Years Eve, one of those vagrant, in-between days bereft of any particular name but yet still with a special significance of its own. A day that hangs in the memory because of the sky, because of a smile………….just because. Continue reading
I loved to ride the train at night. The noise, the motion, the bizarre and often troubling odours and the chance to encounter new and exciting life forms, drew me inexorably towards NS (the Netherlands national rail network) and their legendary ability to generate chaos from order………. Continue reading
How many perfect moments can you remember? How many times did your life fall away from you to leave you breathless, gasping for air, stunned by the power of the world in which you live, the achingly brief kiss when the universe and you found a momentary peace, the crash of an ocean wave that threatened to sweep you from your feet and pull you away forever?
At the age of twelve I was forced to relinquish the sanctuary of my grandmothers home where I had lived all my life, in order to go and live with my father. The reason for the move was because the time had come for me to leave my mixed, boys and girls primary / junior school to begin secondary school. Continue reading