Cryptic crosswords have appeared in the Daily Telegraph since 1925. We've been doing them daily for 20 years. The setters have fun and so do we. It helps to know that a setter is also a breed of dog, "lower" can mean "cow", "butter" can mean "goat. Spooner is a favourite. Revd W. A. Spooner… Continue reading Rod Hull and Emu
Phoenix Rising
Desktop is dead. Long live the desktop! My last piece featured Dark Star, a dirge, an orchestral lament for a (mostly) well-loved computer. Like a plaintive child, I cried at the unfairness of it all. "I want to play with my keyboard!" Ha, doing so now. Gathering dust in a corner were the component parts… Continue reading Phoenix Rising
Gratefully Dead
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?(The question popped up uninvited on my WordPress app) I'll be 94, most likely joined the Grateful Dead, glad to sing along in their glorious number, Dark Star: Dark star crashes, pouring its light into ashesReason tatters, the forces tear loose from the axisSearchlight casting for faults in… Continue reading Gratefully Dead
Finding Fulfilment
I'm having to write this on my phone, as my computer's packed up. Bear with me, the title above will be explained. This morning, I went to my computer as usual, being obsessed lately with updating its table of contents and fixing up posts where needful. For example, I'd found a document in an old… Continue reading Finding Fulfilment
On a Bus Ride
Written on Mar 29th , 2008 It is wonderful to be able to rejoice with the fortunate: to see someone beautiful and young who is making the most of what he or she has, in a simple way. When I was at university, I was preoccupied with my own loneliness and wasted my time. If… Continue reading On a Bus Ride
Mighty power of a Pope?
the following is copied from a draft dated 31st December 2025—New Year's Eve. (I've no memory of this). The closest I got to Catholicism was being sent to a school run by Dominican nuns aged 5 In St Leonards-on-Sea, where I was staying with grandparents. I was then sent to Holland, where I started to… Continue reading Mighty power of a Pope?
Along the Desborough Road
No city should be too large for a man to walk out of in the morning.* “Desborough Road has, in recent times, become a mythical place to me. Though often empty of humans, its pavements are occasionally trodden by those who realise that walking is the only way to know the world; and by those… Continue reading Along the Desborough Road
Yes Dear
retrieved from a post published elsewhere on October 20th, 2016 In my last I mentioned “a post in preparation, called ‘Just Words’, but it may take several days, or forever.” All very well but there is real life to be lived, can’t leave this hanging & festering like a debt with mounting interest due. “Just… Continue reading Yes Dear
Take Nothing for Granted
Here's a post from November 29th, 2008, worth sharing again. I hope you'll like it as I do. So I planned to republish today. Then things got overtaken by more immediate concerns (now fixed) * What are you thankful for? asks a blogger friend, seasonably. What shall I do with the days that remain, if… Continue reading Take Nothing for Granted
Notes on the Design of Form, Part 1
I posted this on another site, on Jan 29th, ’23, not long before being rushed to hospital for a diagnosis and tricky spinal operation. Now, there's "all the time in the world" to get the job done properly; so long as impatience doesn't get the better of doing a proper job. Many years ago, when… Continue reading Notes on the Design of Form, Part 1
Quality Management Under the Sea
In 1993 I was contracted to Eurotunnel, based on its offices in Folkestone. Didn't have much to do, just attend various weekly meetings, so I had times for creative initiatives, not all of which were adopted by our Director, Jacques Rossi, a kind of noble Corsican with grand ideas, like his charismatic compatriot Bonaparte, but… Continue reading Quality Management Under the Sea
Brochure design
Some years ago I was commissioned to produce a brochure for the church of St Barnabas in Bexhill-on-Sea. You'll see from its Facebook page that it's still keen on attracting worshippers (or mere visitors) with all kinds of colourful pictures. The invitation came through my sister. I'd done a bit of design and type-setting for… Continue reading Brochure design
What Causes War?
Written on July 30th, 2006, but a good question today I write early on Sunday morning, the windows having been wide open all night to maximise coolth in the bedroom, & no curtains pulled across so that light stole in long before dawn. Witty voices and song renditions from passing revellers and karaoke contestants also… Continue reading What Causes War?
Proof of Angels
Written October 5th 2010, updated today A propos my newly-confirmed belief in the existence of angels, Ashok says in his new post: “He will not believe in anything easily unless he has very sound proof of it.” Au contraire, my dear Ashok. (I seem to be starting each sentence in French.) There is no need… Continue reading Proof of Angels
Reading as a mirror
Written on August 12th, 2012 ; with a PS added today, March 14th, 2026 Continued from Art is More than Life: I discover myself more in reading than writing. I don’t mean just reading the written word, but maybe studying the false emotions of an actor, reflected in his face*, for they are the mirror… Continue reading Reading as a mirror
a sort of philosophy
Discovered today, written on April 8th, 2020 All life is encounter. I recall writing about this insight a few years ago, inspired by Martin Buber’s I and Thou: crystallized from it within my own understanding.. Crystallization: a word with meanings in cookery, chemistry and, according to Stendhal, the process of falling in love, as written… Continue reading a sort of philosophy
Live by the Pen, Die by the Pen
A long-lost post from August 2nd, 2012 In the early years of this blog, I would dash off new posts with ease. I wasn’t setting out to be a writer, only to express the simple sweetness of life as I felt it in the moment, with a little speculative reflection thrown in. I was embarrassed… Continue reading Live by the Pen, Die by the Pen
Luck & Angelic Messengers
Written July 10th, 2008. Worth republishing for the conversations among readers. See the Comments section, below It rained continually yesterday, didn’t stop but went through varying intensities. It reached the point that everyone ignored the light drizzle. Before the day was over I was taking no notice of the moderate rain either. I was fixing… Continue reading Luck & Angelic Messengers
On Fresh Air Alone
Previously published on January 5th, 2015, a favourite reminiscence from my days working for Notts.* County Council , as described in this post If you want to go somewhere and enjoy an undisturbed smoke I suggest the Nineteen-Fifties. If you were actually around at the time, it’s no problem—wings of memory will take you and… Continue reading On Fresh Air Alone
Unimaginable
Written May 13th 2007, not published here till now For days the art of writing has evaded me. I had no subject-matter and no impetus. The other day a man asked me to write his biography, and I almost took it seriously, for I had nothing to write on my own account, just an imagined… Continue reading Unimaginable
The Secret Agent
Illustration: from the New York Times review of first edition, in 1907. I’d been reading a trio of Conrad’s sea stories: The Nigger of the Narcissus, Typhoon and The Shadow-Line. Two were about storms, one a calm; two about sailing ships, one steam; two about serious illness on board, one about the obstinacy of a captain. After these I… Continue reading The Secret Agent
Spaces
Written on June 19th 2019 but apparently not published. We 'd been staying a few days in a rented flat, not far from these sights. As I lay awake this morning before getting up, a great procession of thoughts came to visit me. Thoughts? I'm not sure what a thought is. They were dwelling-places of… Continue reading Spaces
They that go down to the sea in ships
I wrote most of this on August 24th, 2019, but never published it here till today. So it gives the chance to look at what the Bible means, what it's for, if you like. Sadly, NIV, the New International Version of the Bible, seems to come with a loud agenda, as blazoned on its back… Continue reading They that go down to the sea in ships
Thirteen
First posted on October 22nd, 2019, with 13 follow-on quotations from this book In thirteen years of this blog, I've discovered some precious things and attempted to expose them in the form of words. As to why, it was an impulse aimed at my own pleasure, first to write and then the desire for outreach,… Continue reading Thirteen
Figures in a Landscape, updated
I was walking along Desborough Road this morning, past the little shops and into town. You see every kind of person, it seems, from anywhere on earth. Something struck me about one man, the way he glanced at me as I passed. It seemed to say “My soul soars, but here I am stuck with… Continue reading Figures in a Landscape, updated
Depth
Originally posted on May 24, 2006 Violets April 30th Just as a tree knows how to grow, I know in my deep self (which I refuse to call spirit or God) how to be me. Kathy was puzzled at my proposal that some things, lumped together under the word “spirituality”, are too precious to be… Continue reading Depth
Stories of Feline Sagacity
I eagerly read everything I found in my grandparents' house in St Leonards-on-Sea, and also my stepfather's house in Hastings. Both were stuffed with books from the 19th century. Here are some pages rediscovered via the Gutenberg Project. (Originally posted on 20th January, 2015) Cats. I have undertaken, my young friends, to give you a number… Continue reading Stories of Feline Sagacity
I am an animal
This was written on September 1st, 2006. My beloved was working in Amersham Old Town. Being unemployed, I would to drive her there and take advantage of any suitable weather to tramp around the countryside. To be so entwined with Nature was an uplifting experience. I felt at one with the creatures I encountered and… Continue reading I am an animal
Inner and Outer Landscape
A rambling essay written on October 19th, 2014, not published here before I decided to go for my usual loaf of bread by a circuitous route, over the Pastures; or rather, my feet took me that way while I readied myself to share what I had to say to Olympus, my companion of the road,… Continue reading Inner and Outer Landscape
Robert Louis Stevenson on Gas Lamps
an extract from Virginibus Puerisque Closely following on this epoch of migratory lanthorns in a world of extinction, came the era of oil-lights, hard to kindle, easy to extinguish, pale and wavering in the hour of their endurance. Rudely puffed the winds of heaven; roguishly clomb up the all-destructive urchin; and, lo! in a moment… Continue reading Robert Louis Stevenson on Gas Lamps
The Story of Tools
I got this little volume of 44 pages from a book sale in West Wycombe Village Hall, many years ago. It's plain to see that it was specifically designed to help educate members of the Young Communist League appreciate the advantages of collectivism—as against the deadly enemy, Capitalism. Good for them, I say. This may… Continue reading The Story of Tools
To Paul, from Vincent
Remembering Paul Maurice Martin Paul writes: One time I think on another blog you jokingly referred to agreeing with me for a change. But I’m not convinced you disagree most of the time so much as that you have your own outlook on life. My sense is that you tend to respond less to the… Continue reading To Paul, from Vincent
From East Cowes, to the Universe
East Cowes is a little community on the Isle of Wight, where I went to live in April 1954, aged 12. This is what I wrote after a visit with Karleen in August, 2008. The piece was titled Coming Back to East Cowes. Now that I’ve got a proper memory card in my camera, I… Continue reading From East Cowes, to the Universe
Cause for Aala m?…
...or at least the first tear after appealing to a tribunal. It's a shame there are tears at tribunal appeals. It may be the prospect of multiple tiers in a long-winded legal process They seem to be in business (a) to ease the flow of would-be immigrants (b) to intervene in extraditions (c) to encourage… Continue reading Cause for Aala m?…
“outnumbered by blessings”
Written on November 17th, 2017, now restored It was one of those "whisperings" that I get occasionally when the conscious mind is quiescent. The brain can do funny things. Shostakovich had a fragment of shrapnel lodged in his, left over from WWII. When he held his head at a certain angle he heard music. All… Continue reading “outnumbered by blessings”
a Hyperspace Adventure—jump on!
a shorter than usual post—but you can take a long journey through time and space. Just click here ...* It started one morning in 1998, while I was freelancing in Volt Delta, a hi-tech American company in Egham. I saw a little ad on the front page of the Daily Telegraph for Claranet, offering email… Continue reading a Hyperspace Adventure—jump on!
Home Journal…
written on 9th August, 2001, as an imaginary letter to a friend I worked with at the time, and who lived in Amersham, near the Old Town. It was she who influenced me to be interested in angels ...of Wasps, Angels and Field-Mice I write this in the garden, after our meal at ASK. The… Continue reading Home Journal…
A Magical Place
previously published on ian.mulder.clara.net on 5th October 2002 Magic is always available, to everyone. It is made manifest through repetition. First you have to be able to perceive something, a glimmer of something special, in something—whether an object, a place, an event or a person. Then you have to come back and find it again.… Continue reading A Magical Place
Joy without a cause
previously published on November 17th, 2020 Inspired by G.K. Chesterton's Ballad of the White Horse and recently recalled by Malcolm Guite: . . . it is not the first time that this poem has come to life again when England was in crisis. Chesterton saw that a renewal of the vision of joy and humility,… Continue reading Joy without a cause
The Spell of the Sensuous
I last wrote about this book exactly 14 years ago. I started reading it again recently, leaving a bookmark on page 38, where it speaks of the felt contrast between "subjective" and "objective". Objective reality, the realm of orthodox science "was, according to Husserl, a theoretical construction, an unwarranted idealization of intersubjective experience." The "real… Continue reading The Spell of the Sensuous
a Dummy’s prayer answered
Once I was a Geek. someone who is intelligent but not fashionable or popular: He's such a geek. —someone who is very interested in a particular subject and knows a lot about it (from Cambridge Online Dictionary) I've been trying to restore some of my old creative skills based on CorelDraw 6 (as mentioned in my last post) and Microsoft Access,… Continue reading a Dummy’s prayer answered
Van Loon’s Lives, and other stories
I got this from eBay with a very tattered cover. Not surprising as the book, first published in 1943, was printed in 1947. I've managed to restore the dust cover, using strips of 80gsm paper , water colours, black Sharpie and PVA adhesive, resulting in a reasonable job without spending more hours on it. You… Continue reading Van Loon’s Lives, and other stories
from an old notebook
from the first pages of a Pukka Pad bought in Jamaica, 2001. My copy of John Cowper Powys' Autobiography was given to me by Jacqueline Peltier John o'Saturn meets Women from earth (p206) Much of JCP’s Autobiography dances around the complex topic of his erotic preoccupations. If it were not complex, it would not occupy… Continue reading from an old notebook
It just so happened…
...'Twas but a trick o' the light... Shakespeare? That ever-present Artificially Intelligent AI had nothing useful to say about the origins of this saying so I hereby claim it as my own. It was the brilliant sunshine that blinded the driver, as he admitted. The accident happened where Bassetsbury Lane meets London Road. Remember we… Continue reading It just so happened…
What is philosophy?…
Transcribed from pages in my notebook, as scanned here. ...endless discussion of concepts worth discarding. Get a clean sheet, and start from scratch. That, if I remember, was how Descartes got started. He holed up on his own in a cold winter with only a wood stove for company, along with pen, paper and ink.… Continue reading What is philosophy?…
abstract thinking vs. sensuous living
Inspiration for this post came from today's Cryptic Crossword: fine is thin and king is a chess piece. Philosophy is a form of abstract thinking. There are plenty of posts on Wayfarer's touching on philosophy. Here's a few out of 29:: https://rochereau.uk/2006/08/02/what-makes-me-uneasy/ https://rochereau.uk/2006/10/12/having-no-enemies/ https://rochereau.uk/2009/11/13/the-world/ https://rochereau.uk/2010/08/30/meditation-on-death/ https://rochereau.uk/2010/11/17/lambs-and-us/ https://rochereau.uk/2015/01/25/on-being-an-animal/ https://rochereau.uk/2011/12/04/john-grays-straw-dogs/ https://rochereau.uk/2012/11/01/the-view-from-nowhere/ https://strangeparadox.blogspot.com/ https://rochereau.uk/2012/11/19/the-evolution-of-god/ https://rochereau.uk/2012/12/02/presence-the-numinous-in-everyday-life/ https://rochereau.uk/2014/10/09/a-ramble-through-landscape-hypermedia/ https://rochereau.uk/2011/10/02/becoming-animal/ https://rochereau.uk/2022/11/14/the-origins-of-speech-according-to-wittgenstein… Continue reading abstract thinking vs. sensuous living
No Man is an Island…
...keep 2 metres apart! This piece was written on March 29th 2020, but never till now published here. Spookily, I discovered it when the world's largest island becomes world news* No man is an Iland, intire of itselfe; every man is a peece of the Continent, a part of the maine; if a Clod bee… Continue reading No Man is an Island…
catalogue of books continued…
These are some more of my favourite books, the kind you treasure and partially recall, without finding time to refresh your memory. But it's good to read other people's reviews, and recall the flavour of these very different volumes. ID shelf location author title pages description 1 MB3 desk left Sagittarius (Olga Miller) Quiver‘s Choice… Continue reading catalogue of books continued…
cataloguing books
Finally got back a good version of Excel, so it's possible to find my books and see what critics think of them. A mixed bag of favourites here: ID shelf location author title pages description (linked for reviews) 1 MB4 desk left Christopher Alexander A Pattern Language 1171 how to make a home to fit… Continue reading cataloguing books
Upright working Prince, pure lad
I don't usually print our morning crossword solutions here, though occasionally elsewhere. Today, though, 1 Across could be of general interest, the clue not the anagrammatic solution. There's a site which explains the clues and offers answers Monday to Friday after 11am, Greenwich Mean Time. But while you're here you might like a few explanations… Continue reading Upright working Prince, pure lad
Hymn of the Cherubim
Written in November 2018, never before published on Wayfarer's Notes https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SZQzW_QfPew Natalie was asking readers if they could identify the old-master original of one of the drawings she found in her papers from years ago: I spent an hour or two on this quest without success. At some point, I stumbled upon the piece by… Continue reading Hymn of the Cherubim
The Pen is Mightier than the Sword
In 1954, my mother married my stepfather Septimus Charlton. He wanted to give a present to his new father-in-law, Vincent Ward, from whom I get my name. Impressed by the coat of arms, he used the design to make a 3d model in Perspex sheets, using available colours. My sister keeps it as an heirloom.… Continue reading The Pen is Mightier than the Sword
What looks after us…
... Providence or Angels? This piece was written in November 2018 I’ve been wanting to write about the role of angels in my life. Like most words in any language, it’s loaded with baggage going back millennia. Let’s strip off that heavy weight of meanings, leave it in a heap and walk lightly away. I… Continue reading What looks after us…
Portrait of her grandfather
—by Manuela Amey, December 27th, 2025
Giving Something Back
I wrote this in 2006, when social media were still young. Blogspot was the popular medium for bloggers, who habitually offered lists of other blogs they recommended. See for example Bryan White's Encyclopedia of Counting Sheep with his journal of dreams. Reading it again, I still hold to the view that blogging is a way… Continue reading Giving Something Back
The Nature of the I
Previously published on January 29th, 2016 The “I” is easily defined. It is what I mean when I say “I”. There is no confusion about it, no argument as to whether this “I” is real. René Descartes nailed it: cogito, ergo sum. Such simplicity has been wrecked by the introduction of “ego”, a weasel word… Continue reading The Nature of the I
Hannah Arendt on Action
Previously published on October 6th, 2015 My last post seemed to demand a follow-up, to set it in a wider context. It was a personal view as seen from this cottage in this valley. I said “I might be the only one to see it this way, or it may turn out to be universal.”… Continue reading Hannah Arendt on Action
A Feather on the Breath of God
I like opening extraordinary and special books at random, such as The Book of Disquiet (Pessoa), Centuries (Traherne) and Anam Ċara (O'Donohue). This is what came up when I did the same with our current book. It's the section titled CAUSES AND CURES, pp 108-11. The four elements That there are only four elements: There… Continue reading A Feather on the Breath of God
Hildegard of Bingen
Who was she? Although the history of her formal canonization is complicated, regional calendars of the Catholic Church have listed her as a saint for centuries. On 10 May 2012, Pope Benedict XVI extended the liturgical cult of Hildegard to the entire Catholic Church in a process known as "equivalent canonization". I'll try and read… Continue reading Hildegard of Bingen
Cretinocracy
I found this on my computer as a Word document. Checking online, I discover it's from Museum without Walls, by Jonathan Meades We are surrounded by the greatest of free shows. Places. Most of them made by man, remade by man. Deserted streets, seething boulevards, teeming beaches, empty steppes, black reservoirs, fields of agricultural scrap,… Continue reading Cretinocracy
The Tree of Life
First published on Blogger, Saturday March 17th, 2012 “If I can prevent just one person from watching this, it’ll have been worth suffering through it.” Thus begins a review of The Tree of Life by Kevin A Ranson, alias Grim D Reaper; unfortunately one which I didn’t read in time. I can’t blame Paula, from… Continue reading The Tree of Life
The moment
Previously published on 18th April, 2011 I went out to the backyard on Sunday morning. Purpose: to hang washing out on the line. The sky above was blue. There are trees beyond the fence, growing in the children’s playground, and on one of them I saw a little bird, insistently repeating the same note: “Tweet;… Continue reading The moment
Neon or candle light
This is what happened. I'd been soundly asleep till awakened by "someone" coughing, about 1.30 this morning. I went downstairs for a bit, including a "midnight snack" as is my wont, and when I got back the tealight had gone out. We use two or three in the night, it saves turning on my lamp… Continue reading Neon or candle light
When love conquers fear
originally published on 27 Feb 2016. It's the most moving of the pieces I've been privileged to write. Especially as I discovered Etty Hillesum "accidentally"; but like so many things in my life I can't but think it was meant to happen. Correction: probably everything. While writing in my last about “Secret Strength” I had… Continue reading When love conquers fear
“Distinguish what’s real”
This piece was posted to perpetual-lab.blogspot.com on November 21, 2006, and never before published on rochereau.uk I proposed these three words the other day as minimal advice for the seeker who wants to travel light, and not be weighed down by the world’s scriptures and commentaries derived therefrom. I've been drafting a number of false starts since… Continue reading “Distinguish what’s real”
Like an Artist’s Brush
Originally posted on Blogger, February 19th 2010 I really haven’t got time to write anything here. This makes it all the more important to do it anyway. I write in my blog for the same reason others do—to discover what I really think. Think? I’m not referring to “detached thought”, that attempt to be rational… Continue reading Like an Artist’s Brush
Me and the Little Rock Nine
Another post to republish, written in March 2013, and relating to my life in 1958, aware of a momentous event in American history Now that my 16th birthday’s out of the way—it’s become a family event, this year bigger than last—the most exciting thing going on in my life is Winter’s retreat and Spring’s approach:… Continue reading Me and the Little Rock Nine
The Anointing of Saul
Published on Monday, January 10, 2011 in perpetual-lab.blogspot.com. A shorter version was then published here. Here is the full post. How shall I approach this Bible reading exercise? I’m glad I chose the First Book of Samuel because I last read it fifty-eight years ago, so it doesn’t blind me with the reflective glare of… Continue reading The Anointing of Saul
Sunday Morning Stroll
farm buildings with brick and flint building behind, part of the estate land fenced off Gate to the public footpath on return walk farm worker had just laid this fresh supply of hay. She stopped to chat when she was about to push a wheelbarrow heavily laden with water to replenish the trough… Continue reading Sunday Morning Stroll
Unblocking
Rescued from oblivion today I’ve been glad of the chance to edit some of Ghetufool’s work lately. Writing is something I’m driven to by an impulse that won’t be denied. So what to do when writer’s block strikes? Turn to religion, I suppose, as people do when they feel vulnerable and melancholy. A fellow-blogger* distinguishes… Continue reading Unblocking
Grace Abounding
This morning in bed I had a vague idea of saying something about the long-ago writer of my favourite hymn, but couldn't immediately remember his name. But then it came back to me—John Bunyan. Having read A Pilgrim's Progress in childhood, I checked his other works and found Grace Abounding, easily downloaded it from… Continue reading Grace Abounding
Bunyan offered Get out of Jail Free
Here is the Sum of my Examination before Justice Keelin, Justice Chester, Justice Blundale, Justice Beecher, Justice Snagg, etc. After I had lain in prison above seven weeks, the quarter-sessions were to be kept in Bedford, for the county thereof, unto which I was to be brought; and when my jailor had set me before those justices, there was a bill… Continue reading Bunyan offered Get out of Jail Free
The Evolution of God
Today I had another look at Wonderful Life, and skimmed through to the end of the last chapter: The origin of Homo Sapiens. How did we arrive at "mentality at our modern level"?. The author's own mentality is at an extraordinary high level, taking us through 300 pages of highly detailed description, based on the… Continue reading The Evolution of God
Existence of God
I've thought about this question a few times recently in the night, and the answer would come promptly: what happens is what's meant to happen happens is supposed to happen, just for me. I cannot know what it's like for anyone else. That would be a matter of religious faith, which I'm not sure is… Continue reading Existence of God
Vincent van Gogh in Auvers
AUVERS 1890 ""He could not be persuaded to say when he would go. Not until May 16 did he wrench himself away, and then only after the sun had fallen and night had hidden the colours. In Paris, Theo, waiting anxiously day by day, suddenly received a telegram; Vincent was on the night train.… Continue reading Vincent van Gogh in Auvers
Modest Ambitions
Originally published on Thursday, September 28, 2006 on perpetual-lab.blogspot.com via the Wayback Machine I mentioned the other day wanting to blog less and write a book instead. Books are real enduring literature, I told myself. I’d have more readers than now. In a book the reader’s attention is engaged for longer so the impact will… Continue reading Modest Ambitions
The Factory Across the Road
barriers are put up, the factory is no more. It's turning into a building site Middle roof being dismantled Architect's drawing, would be better shown 3D at an angle. The design has been partially followed the air's full of brick-dust a dramatic moment. I was lucky to capture it from our bedroom window. Like much… Continue reading The Factory Across the Road
Dreams
as written up on this site: click to view Meeting Myself Escaping from a Festival/ Night Thoughts Brexit Dream 3 When the Past Haunts the Night Eleventh Child University dreams to be continued
What books…
...would you read over and over again? I’ll take some time to think about this, but it’s likely to be an autobiography… Later, after further thought, I hit upon two fictional memoirs: Such is Life, by Tom Collins, Memoirs of an Australian cattle drover, “philosopher and rogue”, each chapter being the expansion from memory of… Continue reading What books…
English Pancakes
... and how to make them, without tossing in the traditional way — see bottom of this post for instructions Ingredients to make 4 skinny 10-inch pancakes: a blender an egg 2/3 cup of milk tablespoon of plain flour pinch of salt Serve them with juice from a fresh lemon and white sugar. to make:… Continue reading English Pancakes
Pilgrimage to St Cuthbert’s . . .
. . . Spiritual Homes, December 2024 I had been quite apprehensive about this trip as I was worried about my own personal excitability and spontaneous way of being — a concern/question as to how I could both be myself as well as act in an appropriate way in respect of my fellow pilgrim travellers,… Continue reading Pilgrimage to St Cuthbert’s . . .
Other Places, Other Times
I created a video and put it on YouTube in April 2015. It contains these tracks, you can click to hear any or all, * Inglan is a Bitch--Linton Kwesi Johnson High Society--Snooks Eaglin (New Orleans Street Singer) I feel So Good--J B Lenoir (Alabama Blues) My People--Youssou N'Dour (The Guide) Moments--Sandy Denny (Rendezvous, bonus… Continue reading Other Places, Other Times
From a Thief
an old story by Ghetufool, edited by Vincent This guy stands in front of me, refuses to budge. Such a deal is way too unprofitable and sort of undignified too. Five hundred rupees for this beautiful puppy? No way. ............. It’s not so much the money. It cost me nothing as I stole it a… Continue reading From a Thief
A Cowardly Idle Fool
This post was rescued from perpetual-lab.blogspot.com as made available on the Internet Archive, 13 years after it was written What is this life, if full of care, We have no time to stand and stare? (W. H Davies, “Leisure”.) Go to the ant, thou sluggard. Consider her ways and be wise. (Proverbs 6:6) I’ve gone… Continue reading A Cowardly Idle Fool