A Banditry
As I sat down to write this, my eye was caught by the activities a banditry of blue tits in my garden. I have to
Song and Songs
Song and Songs I’ve been thinking about sons, and songs. The memory joggers, the tear jerkers, the joy bringers. The more I think about it,
Carrier Pigeons
Haibuns, Gembuns, and war Wilfred Owen wrote a beautiful and disturbing poem ‘The Parable of the Old Man and the Young’ in which he revisited
On a sun kissed Sunday
On a sun kissed Sunday in the marquee straw bales set the scene The joy of bringing people together and building a team,
The theatre bug
In a week when all thought processes tend to gravitate towards this weekend’s show I was pulled up by a stray comment overheard on the
Loss, Fear, Gratitude
Death – a hidden obsession or the last taboo? I feel a need to break this taboo, partly to face death as something final. Partly