I remember as a child seeing from the family car, the strange temple like buildings along the Golden Mile stretch of the Great West Road...

The ferry was nearing it's destination – the Island of Symi, just an hour from Rhodes. My senses are alive after the beautiful crossing....

“A great man of letters” That's the phrase that came to mind. It's a bit like “Renaissance man” it's one of those things. I am always...

So we're now in the 3rd week of our relatively liberal lock down. The 23rd of March was the last time I had gathered with chums in Oxford...

Such a relief to have entered 2020. The threat of that Pol Pot Corbyn and his henchmen and henchwimmin averted along with their Year Zero...