You know the view is going to be a good one when you see the reaction of those ahead of you who have reached the summit. Hands lifted to shield eyes from the sun. Cameras clicked, clicked, clicked. Bodies still. Voices hushed. All eyes gazed in wonder at the canvas before them. What do they see? … More What do they see?
I have come to greatly value the internet, especially social media, for the way in which it provides a space for people to share all manner of ideas, resources, suggestions and the like. Over the past year I have enjoyed a plethora of videos, articles, books, songs, artists and shops – plus much more – that first came … More A very odd collection of best-ofs from 2016
Ah, how pleasant it is to lazily explore the streets and shops and sights of a new place without the demands of time and work. On one July morning I took to Lisbon’s streets. Having filled up with a splendid cup of coffee (for a mere €1), I popped into a shop offering a substantial collection of Ports (I’m … More The Man and the Bookstore
It was around 10pm. I had just eaten dinner at a lovely restaurant where my company was a delightful mixture of pizza, quiet background music, friendly waiting staff (one of whom wore a cracking flat cap) and Anne Lamont’s Bird by Bird. I was walking through the small square-shaped park that sat immediately outside of the restaurant. The air was cool … More Fetch
I had been in Lisbon a day and had tweeted a few pictures. A friend responded by saying, “Check out Alfama. You have to get lost there at least once.” I smiled because that’s exactly what had happened that day. I found Alfama and got very lost, as I did in other places around Lisbon during my … More Lisbon, through the lens
My Sunday morning routine has taken on a different look in the past year or so. Until March 2015 church activity had for the most part taken up the whole morning. But when the church I currently attend began sharing the building of another church in the town, our weekly services moved to a 2.30pm slot. It was … More Laughter Over Spilled Coffee
It was a late autumn day and I was in Oxford with my parents. We had just enjoyed a sumptuous late lunch at the cosy The Eagle and Child – the public house famed for hosting the The Inklings literary group – and were walking through the city’s busy streets back to the car. En-route we passed the deceptively large Blackwells Bookshop … More Encore!