Time passes. Listen. Time passes: Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas

‘Rome was new and very old’

I came across this line in ‘Like a Cat Loves a Bird’ by James Bailey. When I read, I record marginalia of anything that makes me feel. These days my … Continue reading ‘Rome was new and very old’

The clock ticked. Her eye twitched. Deep breath. Another pill.

I have read much of the work by Muriel Spark.  Her ‘Sparkian’ approach is one that I both love and admire. Recently, I read an account of her life and … Continue reading The clock ticked. Her eye twitched. Deep breath. Another pill.

Dreghorn castle

I came across this photograph of Dreghorn castle in the Trove archive. In the decade before my birth, Dreghorn castle was erased from the landscape. In the 1980s I delivered … Continue reading Dreghorn castle

The place of living and losing we occupy

Last month when in the Dordogne with family, we noticed the above closed and overgrown gateway on the road to the town of Couze et Saint Front. It was just … Continue reading The place of living and losing we occupy