Last night, I left work with a colleague - we both walk to work and when we work together our paths cross awhile. We chatted about Spring - it was a mild evening for January and the birdsong was loud, there was an air of hope. As we do, we went our separate ways just … Continue reading Home Comfort
Walking to work along the River Colne in the first frost of this winter, with the ghost of the moon and a reflective swan.
This is a pedestrian story. Long ago, but not so far away, I went to live on Rhodes. I am a walker; not a hiker, not a rambler - a walker. I like it. It serves me well. The locals viewed my love of walking with curiosity; it was not within the realm of anyone's … Continue reading Walk/ Don’t Walk
Once upon a time, there was a young English woman who went to live on the island of Symi for a year. She worked at a brand new English language school as the teacher and manager and lived ‘over the shop’ in the brand new apartment. She had lived there before, in the summer, and … Continue reading Rock Fever: A Short Story ft. Symi
As a child, I admired characters, in life and on the page, who had no fixed abode in time or space. My heroes were loners who moved on at the drop of a (cowboy) hat. This was in me from the start and was fueled, too, in those rare moments when my father talked of … Continue reading Wandering