LUPUS IN FLIGHT

photo credit: Sahil Bajaj   I'm a mountain person. I was three years old when I first visited my grandparents' secluded home in the ...

Carl Brandien Hurricane at Tarpon Bend, September 15, 1945 That rumbling rolling Coming from thunder sound - The storm is about t...

Long passages occur when I don't leave my little writing shed in the shires, but occasionally, for a dear friend, I willingly face tra...

Yellow bunting hangs from trees, and since there is only one (stalwart) lady heading up the queue outside the Cambridge Union Chamber, ...

I took late afternoon tea with Turner at the Tate (a story that requires its own post) after waving off my nieces at Heathrow. Their little ...

The most important thing, when you are terribly late, is to make an entrance... Masked warrior is my best bet tonight at the 6th Annua...

While I have come to know, recognise and love the readers who comment regularly on my blog, I cannot help but be curious about Heilbronn, Ba...

On the way home from hospital, Mum says casually, "We had guests. But you'll never guess who." Unsurprisingly, I couldn't ...

The Art of War requires armour and light The Enemy is more difficult to find in shadow and Stealth is not the style of the True Hero. Rather...