The wild wind from the north

Instead of fighting the cold, wintry blast from the north like you might fight the violent and cruel sea in Poseidon’s worst moods, with hunched shoulders and frown between your downcast eyes, you might try to relax and pull back your chest and turn your face to the...

Thoughts on a Sunny Winter’s Day

Society invigorates, government depresses. There is no such thing as a good government; it is a contradiction in terms. The more politicians there are, the more discord in the land. She has most who is governed least. Follow your reason and conscience, not rulers and...

Little Things

My daughter Emily and her eight-month old baby Theo recently came to stay with us in Devon. We did several firsts for him together: rowing on the river Tamar, watering the pea seeds in the garden, feeling the spring sun on our backs. Emily wrote the following poem...

Urla harbour, Turkey, 23 August 2009

Sixty-three years agoMy mother gave birthTo me.Now she is deadAnd I am an old man:White-bearded,Salt-sprayed,Sun-baked,A grandfatherBobbing up and downIn a water-slapped boatAt the end of the Izmir gulf.The wild meltemi windBlows from the Black Sea,Howling in the...

New life

‘The night his daughter gave birthHe made breadAnd lit a candleFor them all.He went out into the gardenTo stare at the starsAnd heard the stream sing.’ On the 13th of July, my first grandson Theo was born. Joy befall him and his parents.