Posted in October 2012

Ambient Noise*

*(Or, the sounding board to a life)   ‘This is just the right level of noise…’ the boy grinned from his barstool perch last evening. Straw between teeth, I grinned as best I could, and continued uninterrupted my unashamed, greedy noisome slurping as I drained the jar of its last drop of mexican mule, trying … Continue reading

Feasts in Fiction

(For what is reading but appetite, the kind that sets your teeth on edge, craving a bite of the sumptuous?) To read, I learnt early, is to hunger… or it just might be that some books are meant to be devoured: Reading about the hearty, indomitable Gauls I always get caught up in the fish-mongering and dream … Continue reading


An October interlude, held together by gossamer: In a house adrift in mist, butterflies and free-standing giant dahlias and filled with bird call, cricket-chirr and the occasional toot as buses and cars swerved past this bend in the mountain, I recently read Jan Morris’ Trieste and the Meaning of Nowhere. Although she memorialised and allegorised an imperial … Continue reading