Sir Walter Scott, 1771-1832

Sir Walter Scott, 1771-1832

Scott’s View Haig’s grave at Dryburgh Library at Abbotsford Oh, what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive. 1808. My journey to Abbotsford, home of Sir Walter Scott, was originally more a meeting with old friends than anything especially literary....
Life’s support

Life’s support

It’s a death-bed scene. C.J. Flood’s Infinite Sky, a novel of rural England, is not the stuff of idyll. No, this is ‘gypsies’ setting up home on someone’s land, bored out of their skulls vodka-drunk teenagers, poor communication between parents and their children (in...
Fat Thursday in Krakow

Fat Thursday in Krakow

On Fat Thursday in Krakow, you eat Pączki (filled doughnuts) as people run around with box loads of them. They are of heavy consistency, filled with sickly sweet-scented rose-flavoured jam. Some are better than others, and some of the jam is better than others, too!...
Arbeit Macht Frei

Arbeit Macht Frei

As it was recently Holocaust Memorial Day, it seemed pertinent to include my writing from my first visit to Auschwitz. Back in the mid-1980s, I was in Linz when my friend told my partner and me that she was going to take us to a place we would never forget. She was...
Boring Belgium? What a load of old waffle!

Boring Belgium? What a load of old waffle!

Now we have Brexited, I’m resurrecting a few blog posts set in Europe. Belgium is seriously underrated. With its reputation as a boring country with little to commend it, the question on everyone’s lips if you visit is: why? The question on my lips is why does...