the lay of the land

Flying over Newfoundland (the Newfies put the emphasis on the land part of the word) I looked down on countless lakes and forests.

piece together

In Brittany near my brother’s house, the wild Atlantic waves were leaving all sorts of debris at the top of the tideline, offerings to the dunes.

There and back again – or what I did on my holiday

On the way to the station I noticed a workman’s hard hat; it was pinned to the wall just above ground level. Full of water, it carried the sign ‘dog bowl’ above it! In Paris