A faithless dowser
You probably already know that I am not superstitious in any way; I do not believe in gods, faerie folk, Santa Claus, the soul, the flying spaghetti monster, an afterlife or indeed any of that stuff. And while I do not pretend to understand electricit…
Carlos Santana, right in front of our eyes
Last night at the NEC arena in Birmingham, Moth and I had the good fortune to be right at the front at a Santana gig. And I mean right at the front, pressed against the crash barrier there he was, …
A lakeside summer’s evening
It’s been more than seven weeks since my son broke his wrist and ankle and so not able to go fishing.
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The hills are alive with the sound of birdsong
We got back from Sardinia at the end of last week after nine fascinating days. From my point of view there’s plenty to see and do. We did a good deal of stone-hugging; ancient monuments litter the mountainous landscape. Here’s me at Li Lolghi tomba …
