A few people have queried some of the technology that is, and is not, present in my vision of a post-apocalyptic world. The commonest queries are about phones... no one seems to believe that the mobile phone (cell phone for our friends across the pond) would cease to exist! Many people of course can't imagine… Continue reading After The Deluge… Part 10: Telephones
There are so many simple things in life that cost nothing but give me pleasure that I need to focus on and be mindful of... Sitting in a sunny window on a cold day, feeling the warmth of the sun and watching passing people all wrapped up in the cold. An open fire, sitting around… Continue reading Small Pleasures… Part 2
There are so many simple things in life that cost nothing but give me pleasure that I need to focus on and be mindful of... Sitting under my fishing umberella, or in a tent, on a warm still summmer day when it is raining hard but there is no wind so I am cosy and… Continue reading Small Pleasures… Part 1
Passing the cathedral on the last warm evening of autumn I heard the choir practicing. The building towered away into a bright starry sky and the sound of the organ drifted on the breeze, an echo of the ages. A cathedral has stood here in one form or another since the time of Alfred The… Continue reading Requiem In Pace…
Given my previous post about war and questioning the representation of it maybe it is a little perverse to set down to write a brief canter through the history of fortifications. However, defensive structures can, and have, prevented conflict for millennia. They have also be the focus of conflict, resistance, survival and defeat. Many castles… Continue reading Fortification – A Brief History… Part 1
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gmuTksCQP5w Just a quick one, I had to share these guys - love it.
Modern houses are made, for the most part, of brick and concrete blocks. Topped with tiled roofs. At least in the UK. There is a lot of labour in making the bricks but a major reason that they were, historically, expensive was the cost of fuel. Where timber is used as the fuel there is… Continue reading After The Deluge… Part 9: Houses
The other side of an evening of tango is when it goes wrong. I try to be philosophical about these times but... well in this case I waxed poetic: Mournful beat of a heart that is not mine,Alone in the crowded room, Packed tight among the writhing crush,Ungainly steps faltering, clashingDiscord among harmonyA dodgem amidst the waltz. Despite feeling so smallThere is nowhere to hide!