an englishman’s walk

Crazy people, it’s sidewards rain and you walk head on to meet it. You’re all hunched inside yourself in your black waterproof windbreakers, but the wind is breaking though to you. It’s winter you say, and as good a day as any for a walk. You’re stepping on cliff edged public footpaths and mud soaked […]

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first impressions

I sit on the stairs of Trafalgar Square, Nelson is my watchman. Grey clouds are flying past with a wind on their back. The wind is on my back, it gets into my coat. I am in London, I am in London and I sit in its heart. I’ve been on the tube and had […]

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the eve

What is Christmas?  It is lights. Family together. Half watching the carols on its eve, half watching ‘the grinch’. Panic and anticipation. A folding of napkins. Signing one last card. A snap of a bonbon. But it’s more than that. Those are the surroundings. And Christmas is more that that.  It is love. Love in […]

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still standing

Mirepoix. Midi-Pyrenees. South of France. We travelled by plane, train and car to get here, but it was worth every highly strung moment. A quaint French medieval village with cottages built on top of one another and shutters painted every colour under the sun. Built in the 13th and 15th centuries, it’s still standing. If […]

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tonight

Tonight we leave to land in Paris. Six suitcases, six piles of plane-clothes, and they are all on the floor. Waiting to leave.  First call is Bordeaux, then Mirepoix (south of France), Geneva, Paris, London, England. Four weeks and six days in pre-christmas Europe. 

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