Steve Earle sparkle and shine
Basingstoke holds nothing but unhappy memories for me, being the place my much-loved mother-in-law died tragically 11 years ago. But last night at Basingstoke’s Anvil Theatre, those ghosts were blown away by …
Don’t thank god, thank the pilot
Cor blimey! Did you hear about the aircraft which crash landed at Heathrow?
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The Oxford Open – the Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Yesterday evening, Moth and I went to the artists’ preview event o…
Midwinter solstice at Abu Simbel
This blog contains human remains which some readers may find disturbing
At 5am on midwinter’s day 2007 we rose happily from our beds in Aswan, Egypt, to catch the plane for a half hour flight down to see the temples at …
On show at Modern Art Oxford
From Saturday, one of my paintings will be on show in …
A painting of the banks of the Nile
So, as promised in this blog last week, this weekend I have worked up my little sketch into a finished, more considered painting, entitled On the banks of the Nil…
Roots that curl and burrow
My friend Littlestone yesterday penned a poem , in memory of our friend Bec, a year after her death. It’s about the beech trees growing on the hen…
A year without Bec
It’s a year ago today since my best friend – my Best Woman – Rebecca van der Putt died, aged only 38. It is true to say that not a single day has passed w…
Fish for Christmas
On Christmas day we took a small boat out onto the reef near Safaga in the Red Sea. En route to the reef we spotted a beautiful turtle:
We donned wetsuits and s…
On the banks of the Nile
Of all the wonders of Egypt – the glittering pharaohnic treasure, the magical ancient temples, the astonishing tombs, the warmth and hospitality of its people – the river Nile reig…
