…recently laid to rest
Days of wine and Stones
If this was a proper rock n roll story, it would have turned out to be the night of my life, the band playing a dazzling set that reached ever-higher pinnacles of exhilaration and brilliance. But it wasn’t.
A particular friend of mine
An account of the first of the Unknown Boys, FGP Barbour, who was killed on the Western Front in 1917.
The Indian cricket elephants
According to the labels stuck on their foreheads, these two small elephants are called Sohoni and Sarwate.
A Melancholy Place
You may not know it nor feel it but there is a wry sadness here that lingers like mist in the valley.
Eighth Day through the Fourth Wall
This is one of those random events that leave a smear of residue, a small fluff ball of memory that clings to the fabric of life when so much else is washed away.
The Belgian Elephant
For anybody who sweltered through it, the summer of 1976 in the UK will always be remembered as one of the hottest and driest.
