"Dreams and memories"
We said goodbye to Arthur last Thursday. Linda arranged the time and place and with our approval decided on a wicker coffin. Richard and I, with the funeral people’s bearers, helped carry it into the...
View ArticleThe public domain? Our '4 Avenues Project'
'Before' MOBILISING COMMUNITIES, SMALL GRANTS FUND 2015-16Handsworth Helping Hands (HHH) - ‘Four Avenues Project’INTERIM REPORT ~ May 2016Overview and interim conclusion The most significant finding...
View ArticlePlot 14 after six years
One morning last summer‘In the leaves of every forest, in the flowers of every garden, in the waters of every brook, there are worlds pullulating with life, as innumerable as the glories of the...
View ArticleOn the green island
“Remind me of Italian names for women beginning with ‘G’ said Stephi. We were trying to remember the name of that Renaissance artist who’d painted Judith killing Holofernes. I let the thing roam my...
View ArticleHair cut
There's no question that my hair needed cutting. But it leaves me feeling uncomfortable. Lefteris told me about a barber - Tantis - in the Jewish Quarter. 'Very good!" I dropped by this morning at...
View Article"Worth waiting for"
As I set out I set out on a sunny morning to visit the road above Liapades – a village on the gentle side of Corfu’s western cliffs, a kilometre off the Corfu-Paleokastritsa road. Riding and then...
View ArticlePolitical-management links
I promised to leave links to earlier pages on Democracy Street dealing with political-management working relationships - in particular film clips and texts resulting from research and teaching over 40...
View ArticlePurple Majesty
Went to bed early. Lin stayed up. Saw her note on the kitchen table. Spent an hour on the allotment yesterday afternoon and pulled some Purple Majesty - not bad potatoes, these first earlies from my...
View ArticleTelling the bees
Telling the bees is a traditional European custom, in which bees would be told of important events in their keeper's lives, such as births, marriages, or departures and returns ... If the custom was...
View ArticleOn the edge of success
A picture speeded up; summer’s exudation of greenery – leaves, tendrils, stalks, flowers, fruit, pods, tubers and all I define as weeds – burgeoning, profuse, like descriptions of far greater heat in...
View Article'Those summers'
From the Ano Korakianawebsite - Dora Metallinou - 'Those summers'Γράφει ο/η Δώρα Μεταλληνού 21.08.16Θύμισες νοσταλγικές για όσα μικρά μα σπουδαία έζησα και δε θα ''ματάρθουν''...Στα απόσκια ενός...
View ArticleSeptember in the village ~ Σεπτεμβρίου στο χωριό
“I wish we could take Amy and the family to this island” I said to Lin "With Oliver going to school"– his first day on Friday - "their visits here will be even more hemmed by the airfare pricing” "They...
View ArticleFilotimo
The sting made Lin cry out as she was tending the garden. We thought a wasp had stung her foot, but could see no sign of it between her right big toe and the next. Just a small inflammation. Next...
View ArticleHotel Sunflower
I glimpse it - this old hotel - as we hurry by on the dual carriageway into town. Yesterday on my bicycle I had time to stop and wander around the outside of Hotel Sunflower in Gouvia. Decaying. Ivy...
View ArticleSeptember
Summer returned, chastened, and then went again ... ...and returned. September in Corfu. Vasiliki has been collecting ripe figs from the tree in her garden next door, lessening the interest of wasps....
View ArticleDeparture - Arrival
Last Monday afternoon, a bright autumn day, Linda and I were among many - it seemed like the whole village - attending the funeral service for Andreas Metallinos, son of the laic sculptor Aristeidis...
View ArticleOn Bell Hill
I had been looking forward to being at Rock Cottage. A solace for leaving beloved Greece. Amy had already sent us a photo via Facebook.'We can finally see Ross after 4 hours of motorway hell 😆YAY!'...
View ArticleChristmas holidays
A strong wind blows; nothing to what's happening in the Highlands, but enough to blow even more glass out of a rickety greenhouse on Plot 66 on the Victoria Jubilee Allotments. Being there, I picked...
View Article'...the thick rotundity o' the world'
I wake around 2.44 in the morning. Oliver, our grandson, sleeping on his mattress by our bed is coughing. I gently raise him up while he. half-asleep, lets me remake his ruffled sheets.“Can I have dog...
View Article'A friend in a field'
Six years ago I posted some sad pictures I'd been sent of an old boat I'd once sailed - her untidy cabin filled with dirty water, her cockpit invaded by greenery. This was Young Tiger, a 22 foot...
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