Ah, India. How I love you, with all your brilliance, colour, clamour, spirituality, beauty and squalor too. The two years I spent in your embrace, which sums up exactly how it felt to be there, […]
The second in his French trilogy, un-related to the first, ‘Birdsong’, except in reference to the lingering trauma from the First World War, and the location. This is a story of doomed love, set against […]
I must start by wishing all of you a Happy New Decade! Here we are in the Twenties…how astonishing! and also by sharing with you a small anecdote about a British Eccentric…yes, they are alive […]
‘The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to understand the gravity of our situation’.