the three boxes

I inhabit a very nice, but not huge, flat; I work at home. My life and my work are inextricable.

on the buses

In London the bus is my favoured mode of transport – although it’s slow and subject to all sorts of traffic congestion, it’s easier for a chat and a share, and I like to see where I’m going.

some tales of the unexpected

Recently an unusual morning treat took the form of a wander round RHS Wisley Garden;

currents and cloth

A drifting gin bottle, tossed into the seas in 1886 by Germans hoping to track ocean currents, has turned up on a beach in Western Australia.

then and now

 

At the end of the ’80s I was in Accra Ghana; cooked food was sold on every street corner –

the bigger picture

It was a long morning of small reverses. The plug in the washbasin – that chrome pop-up

footprints

My right knee was playing up. As I went up the stairs at Highbury and Islington I got jostled in the crowds, and feeling less confident than usual, lost my balance.