Going On Strips


Barrow Mouse


  Working in the garden I am not alone.  Pollen-bummed bees back out of flower mouths in haste to get to the next bloom complaining loudly I block their flight path.  A blackbird follows me around, tweeting all his friends that this is HIS freshly-turned long-...

Lifestyles of the Poor and Unknown: Red Carpet at the Berlinale


I don’t do clothing with logos and have but two sweatshirts with messages on them.   One says “Art is Dirty Work, but Someone Has to Do it”  the other says “Lifestyles of the Poor and Unknown.”   As my lifestyle is that of the...

Cargoes


This morning in Berlin I had to get the dressing on my poorsorearm changed (metal plate and 5 screws were removed in an operation in France last week from the wrist broken 17 months ago.) The medical practice is a five minute walk from our...

Towels


  Today is the feast of Saint Veronica. She is remembered because as a witness on the side of the road, she felt pity for a condemned man forced to carry a cross through Jerusalem to the hill at Calvary where he would be impaled...

Return of the iBlog: The Museum of Fascinating Articles


  Hello, I’m back. I’m not presuming you missed me, but in a way, I missed me. Remember the old buses, which had an open platform where the conductor stood and a pole to grip as you boarded or alighted?  In the past while my...

An Italian Wedding… Bomboniere and God Particles


  This is a tale of sugared almonds….but be warned that sugared almonds, like shooting stars can have long tails. (A ‘shooting star’ is the visible path of a meteoroid as it becomes a meteor on entering the earth’s atmosphere).   At the end of...

Not Quite a Towering Inferno, Dublin in Horse Show Week


    I had an assignation in Dublin – well two actually, but we won’t talk about that – so I flew in yesterday, Tuesday, at noon. It is August, it is Horseshow Week and Bewleys in Ballsbridge was full, the daughter had chosen this...

First World Problems: 1


Sometimes, it’s not all                               sometimes………                                     ………the  raspberry jam explodes.

Down the Mountain


  Sitting in the garden at half past six yesterday evening, we heard the patter of tiny cleats and Mike emerged around the corner of the house, walking like a cowboy…….he had just cruised down the mountain into Annecy and thence home along the lake...

L’Étape Annecy-Semnoz


It’s only quarter past ten of a Sunday morning and already I’ve had two breakfasts and cheered on 12,500 cyclists at the end of our road as they headed along the Route d’Albertville from Annecy and turned up the Route de Filly to start the...