“Shall we cut our losses then?” Geoff murmurs, as he makes his way back from the shower, which is located down a corridor, itself, under...

A Heavenly Night Spring forward....fall back. This is the only way to remember what to do with the 'time' on these unreal evenings when...

An Unproductive Afternoon Crossing the grey stone bridge I spied the fushion of foliage, river, earth and sky: The casual wizardry of...

Sunday We are bed-testing. Geoff is sleeping on the 'Princess and the Pea' sleigh bed. The mattress is so high that his head may slip...

You really can't miss Olga. Her well-defined image remains indelible in my mind’s eye. Dressed in a transparent beige silk shirt matched...

I thought of Wordsworth as I took time to stand and gaze, Gaze at a lake: midwinter dead, Or so I thought. Drained by Authorities: “this...