Finding the way through the woods
Whether in London or the Algarve, we are in what are known as the “dog days”. The Dog star Sirius is now at its highest in the sky, hence the
Order, order, unlock!
Last autumn, those who follow English politics were galvanised by the nightly performance, in the House of Commons, of the former Speaker John Bercow, barking, with undiminished relish, the above
Mayfly, barometer of my moods today
Several weeks ago, we looked at Stephen Spender’s poem which was impossible to read without “the lump in the throat” as it connected to the present tragic times. Such is
Mirror, mirror
If one is lucky enough to still be in good health, avoiding hunger, loneliness or destitution, now is a perfect moment to take stock of what really matters in one’s