Landscape Painter, Life Writer, occasional Nomad in perpetual pursuit of a dream
It’s wild how you can walk off a breezy beach into the cold waves and think, this is quite nice! Then when you accidentally squirt cold water over yourself while showering afterwards, you shriek as if you’ve fallen overboard in Antarctica wearing a negligée. I’ve just braved the sea at Freshwater East, Pembrokeshire, earlier in …
Long before exiting the arrival hall; before we’ve landed and, perhaps, before we’ve even taken off, my mind is on one thing only. Not, this time (as it’s mid-summer), how cold I’m going to be on the train, but on my one overwhelming, all-encompassing desire: to attack, in the manner of a starving wolf, all …
Savai’i island: the quieter, considerably larger of the two main landmasses that make up Samoa. The place one heads to for some peaceful, undisturbed beach time in simple huts or fales (traditional, open-sided shelters with, or without, palm frond screens) right on the sand, or in some cases, over the water. The kind of place …
The brief sounded reasonable enough: Pete, who approached me via a volunteering portal, was seeking someone to paint a fence in his garden. It was rather a large fence, long and relatively low, which he’d erected when his neighbour had chopped down some trees, eliminating at once his privacy, shade and aesthetics. Somehow, these things …
It’s begun raining heavily, and consistently, here in Atherton, and although it’s supposedly still hovering around the 23 – 25° mark, it feels decidedly chilly. After last week’s heatwave which rendered the short walk into town an endurance test (I passed), it feels as if I’ve been transported home, only without any suitable clothing. Nobody …
A couple of clichés spring to mind as I nurse a tear in the centre of my right palm – an unusual injury caused by my attempt, and subsequent failure, to dig up a root of a presumed ginger plant – and contemplate my new living arrangements: Variety is the spice of life, and Every …
As the small plane banked, the world turned green. I had removed my nose from the windowpane when the solid blue sky of Perth became bubbly-white and then finally a dull, flat grey in confirmation of our suspicions, as we neared the island: the wet season means rain. Yet as we came in to land …
Lord, I believe that it’s raining all over the world I feel, like it’s raining all over the world Crawford, R. (1981) A Rainy Night in Georgia Warm, tropical rain pounding the tin roof of a safe, snuggly beach bungalow must be one of the most comforting, life-affirming sounds. Not so much, however, when it …
We’d talked about it a lot, over the years. ‘Next time you’re in Sri Lanka,’ Polly would say, ‘Pop over and see me.’ It sounded simple enough: Sri Lanka to Goa, where Polly takes the same apartment each winter, November to April. Just a short hop, and it’s even in the same time …
(An inspiring philosophy) I have been following ‘Sodium Haze’ on Substack and on Facebook and receive interesting articles, sometimes no more than snippets, by email every so often. I have not yet disagreed with a sentiment expressed, and occasionally I identify with the posts in a profound way. One such piece is shared below (it’s …