It Happened at the Ball

  Last summer after yet another wave of bad news, I found myself longing for escapist feel-good wish-fulfilment, and what is more indicative of escapist wish fulfilment than a ballroom filled with grand costumes, beguiling music, intrigue and romance? I … Continue reading

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The Rambling Writer Hikes on the Eve of the Equinox

On the tipping point between summer and autumn, Thor, Bear dog, and I hike on the skirts of a moody mountain, with clouds and sun breaks. We’re heading out in a few days for a return to the Greek islands– … Continue reading

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