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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


Light and dark – in play, in binary opposition, in shadowy pursuit of each other, sometimes one absorbing the other or sometimes highlighting …. where almost any story about the origins of our world (or good and evil) will emerge from; what the most visionary songs will riff on; what the most haunting photographs and … Continue reading