Dear Travel Coach, I ruined my New Year’s weekend by reading two newspapers. This is what they said The Daily Telegraph “Just one in seven Britons now uses a travel agent”. The Times quoted a similar view “Internet competition could push hundreds of high street travel...
As we tumbled out of the taxi my foot hovered over a shallow puddle. Although the Malaga December evening bore no remnants of neither Autumn nor Summer it still held out a hint of a tropical hand: mild, still air, a dry Guadalmedina river bed and post-flood...
I was on a mission of silence. Part of a project to unearth a level of inner peace – something that has always eluded me.
Maiden Flight of a Boy Alone As my father’s Super8 cine camera panned upwards from the family to my newly airborne plane they waved at me soaring skywards from Heathrow, bound for Venice to visit my grandparents. My father, a typical 1960’s dad, filmed every moment...
When our teenage heroes die they cannot be replaced for as we continue to grow the wool lifts from our eyes. We see more clearly now yet pay the price with the coin of fading dreams. 16:09 21:11 11:01 “Sad to see them mourning you when you are there Within the...
In conclusion there is silence Yet before arriving there is noise, musing and meander But for sure, the end is as it begins. Summer for many people is a focal point. It is supposed to represent a pause in proceedings and an opportunity to rest and restore...
We were getting anxious watching RS twitching her arms involuntarily as she lay unconscious in the hospice bed. Black on Maroon Mark Rotkho 1959 She was a small woman, just turned eighty six and was finally succumbing to the non-stop intestinal punches of her cancer....
Three months ago I made my debut as a walking footballer. Gis and I (we are both 58, he needs reminding, I never do), arrived at The Hive at 6.55 pm on a typically cold February evening and along with a ‘real football’ coach and four or so other people we warmed up...