Missive from Andalusia IV
By the evening of the fourteenth day of home confinement I became mindful of an unfamiliar feeling of peace. It was strange. Heightened by a renewed sense of being, my … Continue reading
Missive from Andalusia III
Growing up in England during the 1950s and 60s just about everywhere was closed on Sundays. The only places that were open were ones I didn’t want to go to. … Continue reading
Missive from Andalusia II
You wake up in the middle of a nightmare only to realise you’re living in one. Suddenly, you’re part of the crisis that’s been playing out on TV and social … Continue reading
Missive from Andalusia I
The news came via Latvia of all places. I can’t say it wasn’t expected. Not by that time. Well, the fact it came from Latvia wasn’t expected. My mobile rang. … Continue reading