I think it was Thursday last week, but the day hardly matters. Anyway, I was pottering about in the greenhouse, weeding, side-shooting, feeding and the like. I’d taken the basis for my lunch with me, [more…]


“Smashing Hate”

Imagine the scene, a large sparsely furnished room with brick walls and whitewashed windows. The light in the room, although it is sunny outside, is opaque. Motes of dust float through the filtered sunlight. Brick [more…]