Letters

Can there be but a sweeter thing To see, to touch, to hear, to taste? Will life again drink the same spring That had still the gracious...

In the Iliad there is a tension between Glory and Tragedy which wrestles the reader from awe to sorrow. Heroes vie for fame in posterity...

Recently, I was walking back from a night at the pub with my friends, a pub in which I have dwelled in for many years and is situated in...

On a dog walk: an old abandoned bergerie on the heights, at the setting of the sun. Four weeks ago I arrived at No.10, Chalabre, to work...

Where whither’d the wagon! From off the Avon went the wagon, Straw dallied the air. Farewell the Avon wheeled the wheels, And whinny’d...

The brass-potted chandelier in the dinning room and kitchen, designed by Laury Dizengremel and fashioned together by Joe Caneen. The...

Ah finalement, I have had time to replenish from the week of festivities that has past. Now I can reflect and try to reconstruct all...

Chalabre has begun to transform and yesterday marked that transition. It was to be no ordinary Monday. Around the hour to take tea, I was...

Two shall be born the whole wide world apart, And speak in different tongues, and have no thought Each of other’s being, and no heed: And...

'Twas brief rays that did entrance Thistledown over the swell. I cannot glance Nor see the dance; Even now, down the Chalabriel. Those...