Primrose Hill

The view from the top of the park is huge but not, sadly, what it would have been in Blake’s day as green. His words ring out at the mound with “I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill.” Now the London skyline closes in on...

Primrose Hill

The view from the top of the park is huge but not, sadly, what it would have been in Blake’s day as green. His words ring out at the mound with “I have conversed with the spiritual Sun. I saw him on Primrose Hill.” Now the London skyline closes in on...

St George

Morning Campers. There was much in the news yesterday about Georgie, our Saint from a far off country from a now mythical time. It’s not hard to see the disconnect between our chosen saint who is also a saint for many other countries. What relevance is there...

Poem for Thursday

Tick tock tick tock close the door it’s off its lock and I, I wait, I captivate myself with joy and glee and the extremity of humanity playing there in the fingers of my hand. A X

Fog On The Thames

There is a something quite splendid about The Thames and all it’s glory being shrouded in a little fog. You are reminded that this great city was, in times past, regularly hidden in the murky world of fog and oh how the hands of misdealing would have revelled in...