We all write history each and every second we live. Indeed we write history because we live. We may write a story, paint, draw, create something that a thousand years from now inspires someone else to a kind of glory or or a deep depravity. We may have children and one of our descendants may…
Category: Quotidial
The Brightest Noise
I left the window open last night because I have a slight cold and was awoken by a very loud dawn chorus. I think the birds must have been sitting on the guttering and in the trees that line the road. It was one of those “I can’t sleep-am still tired- don’t mind though” moments….
Poverty
I was fourteen and in Bombay for the first time in my life. I was on a four week holiday to meet with relatives. My entire childhood I had been brought up in the UK. I only spoke English and that with a received English pronunciation and I was at boarding school. Just started that…
Farewell To Books?
When they excavated the library at Herculaneum they found hundreds of scrolls. Mostly stoical philosophy, but to have a library and a country estate two thousand years ago meant the owner had wealth. You can see them looking at the scrolls and after years of collecting knowing where to look for what they wanted to…
Enjoyment
I have heard people say ‘x takes enjoyment from the little things’ and I have begun to wonder if ‘things’ give joy, are there any that are little? We are very wrapped up in what we as humans consider to be minor and major elements of our society and most of them have to do…
File And Memo
The human brain is an amazing thing. Just when you think you have forgotten something it comes back to you. Just when you wish you had forgotten something is swings into your mind in full colour. And all those childhood memories that lay dormant throughout one’s career grow back with stronger ties as one ages….
People Ask Me
Where my poems come from. I don;t deign my work with the title poetry, I think of them as thoughts I idly write down. I am not a natural poet I was brought up by a natural poet and her work has always filled my mind. So, for those of you who want to know,…
If Blue Skies Are Not Enough
My uncle once looked into the distance from a road and pointed to a hill on top of which grew eight large trees. He looked at their shape their crowns made and said, “Only god could make that.” I was a teenager and felt it churlish to point out that the trees had been planted…
King Arthur
I used to love reading about Camelot which is really strange when you think what the knights were really like; I didn’t find reading about the Crusades half as appealing not did I take to reading about Charlemagne and Roland. And it wasn’t the dragons, evil witches, or eventful love-stories I enjoyed most. It was…
Travelling With Four Legs
The first dog I ever remember was a Labrador/Boxer cross who lived with us until I was nine years old. She had two puppies and the father visited to see how they were the day they were born. The fastest dog I ever knew was Bella a terrier cross who outran a Whippet in our…