Dark chocolate and a baguette.

My mother gave me a fruitcake to give to the French. She’d arranged the trip for me with a friend who worked at the local girl’s grammar school. I was to be the only boy amongst thirty 16 year old schoolgirls going on a French exchange to Paris. Sounded reasonable to me, I might learn a thing or two. I did and it wasn’t all French. To put this in context I was a boarder at the local all boy’s grammar school. My contact with any girls at all was minimal. Our school did no such sort of exchange with … Continue reading Dark chocolate and a baguette.

… and a six foot Italian Tawny Owl.

I’m on a plane as I write, so this is a risk, as is all travelling. On my way to Italy on a walking holiday and this small section of writing may well be lost as I’m doing it on the plane with no internet, so rather depending on the local hardware. I’m not a natural at travelling that is, in fact I’ve been one the reluctant traveller of late, seeing no glamour in it whatsoever. We took the bus to Heathrow and that was only ok in retrospect. The fact that we had seats helped, but there’s something very … Continue reading … and a six foot Italian Tawny Owl.

Edit: Warmth?

I took a trip to London yesterday to meet with old college friends. We all went to what was then Manchester School of Art, when many thing seemed to be in black and white. Getting the photo up of us (I’m behind the camera on my phone) into the edit mode of my iPad now, I knew I’d have to lighten up the image a tad but there’s one feature in the editing suite that simply says warmth. There was more warmth in the occasion than I can possibly relate here. Our aim, if there was a ‘brief’ , was … Continue reading Edit: Warmth?