Jazz is the best kind of music there is. I think so. I feel so. Otherwise, I cannot imagine why I’m sitting at the bar at The Ned waiting for my table – thank you very much – listening to jazz, and feeling like. Feeling like a New Yorker in the 1930s. It’s official – reincarnation is real and I must have been a regular … Continue reading Jazz Deja-Vus.
As you are conceived and born into this world, I would like to think there will still be sufficient beauty around when you arrive for you to understand this place and why it has been created to begin with. I will make sure that as you grow up you will be able to run barefoot down country roads, unsettle the dust and make your way … Continue reading To my children.
There are places in this world that resonate with who I am. That is a hell of a profound thing to say. The countryside I grew up in resonates with who I am, perhaps because it is where I was made. The greyish buildings in the old part of Edinburgh covered in the morning mist resonate with me, as did the cup of hot chocolate … Continue reading Travels of the heart and soul. Musings of the mind.
Seasons change. You can smell their change in the smell of the outside air. August air smells differently from September air. September all of a sudden feels chilly, cool – its smells goes hand in hand with the rusty gust of wind that breezes through the trees and the auburn colour of the leaves in the trees outside my house. September smells of tweed jackets … Continue reading September change.