The promise of a blue bright day arose at 6.40am precisely, and with it our hopes. The prismatic play of light reflected off the sea, melting cloud of doubt and despond as day was claimed from night. And so began the promise; developing into bright open fields, broad sun drenched marshes, remote and stranded castles,Continue reading “The promise”
Architect designed, the 1930s house stood steady on its Wealden sandstone hill, looking down on the village by the sea. Here the petrified forest has drawn pouting, pierrot faced singers, artists, designers, film-makers and theatrical types through the years; barring the intervening two decades, Gielgud would have bumped into Bowie here at Pett Level. ImagineContinue reading “By the Sea”
Our gardens are the product of centuries of plant acquisitions and cross-breeding which would not have been possible without the British experience of empire.
Stories are a powerful source of self-persuasion, even identity. That’s why they are as empowering as they are dangerous.
Home is a complex subject, and that’s why it makes a good topic for conversation. In this podcast, playwright, cultural leader and polymath Chinonyerem Odimba takes us on a quest to find the meaning of home.
Technology is increasingly manipulating our minds. What we think we want might not be what we actually need. And this is making us sick. So, what can we do about it? Take a look or listen to the podcast with my guest, Ian Douglas.
Until we claim the future with positivity and hope, the past will always be our stumbling block. The story of Robert Aske, The Royal Africa Company, profits from slavery, and how they funded the Haberdashers’ Aske’s schools.
Like a firework captured as it falls to earth, this Willow glowed in the sunlight while a gusty breeze up high swirled the clouds on one of those dreamy, breezy early Spring days. Bliss.
Lockdown walks are all about trying to create an element of surprise, or novelty; a reason to stop and take in something fresh and stimulate the senses. This one certainly did!
As heaving dark grey clouds yawn open, light hits yellow lichen on a wooden rail, causing colour to ripple in intense succession before giving way to hope and renewal.