Cathartic kicks in Kent
I’m just back from a trip down memory lane, having met up ‘down south’ with three pals from university. The four of us were together at the University of Kent at Canterbury – “UKC”- in the early 1980s and have kept in touch ever since. By that I mean...
Sixty in Salzburg
I really wanted to call this piece A Sexagarian in Salzburg but as that sounded a bit like a porn movie, I decided discretion was the better part of valour and opted for a tamer title! It is, of course, merely a travelogue of my journey to a beautiful European city as...
A fond farewell
Today I waved off Suzanna, my beloved Figaro as she begins the next chapter in her life after ten wonderful years full of adventure with us. I’m relieved that she is going to a good home; people with a workshop and the classic car expertise to get her through an MOT...
Manifestly Mandy
Whenever anyone dies young it is a massive shock to those left behind and the sudden loss of our friend Mandy Beckwith, at just 47, still feels incomprehensible. There are some people in life who simply have that ‘X factor’ (a term I feel has unfortunately become...