Dear Pogue, I was thinking how much I had just enjoyed riding my motorbike in the sunshine. I rode through miles of countryside and even saw a kite hovering above the road. As I reflected I said to myself: “This is Soul Food”, which may have been an expression that I had just invented, but … Continue reading Soul Food
Dear Pogue, Yesterday the sun shone and I laid on my back, in the long grass, in the country park. I was in a world of my own, which is the very best of places, believe me, when some distance above me a red kite moved into my line of vision. Maybe a 100 metres … Continue reading The Red Kite
Dear Pogue, You remember that letter I recently sent you on heroes and antiheroes? I trust you read it? Well here’s a thing, our letter once again found its way to other people and one of those people was sufficiently absorbed by the contents to actually write back. Surprised? I was. The correspondent was a … Continue reading Wabi-Sabi
Dear Pogue, I am currently sitting in the quiet of the house just waiting for my mind and emotions to come to rest. The last three days have been chaotic, a little uncertain and tiring. I have travelled half way around the world to be home with a certain amount of uncertainty over actually achieving … Continue reading 3am in the morning.
Dear Pogue, Lesson from our travels. It’s actually really nice to be off the grid for a while. To actually let that compulsion to be checking messages go. I noticed that some people get a bit twitchy when suddenly there’s no signal but, boy, isn’t there a lot of space when that happens? Isn’t there … Continue reading Wot, no WiFi!
Dear Pogue, I thought I’d like to return to the ‘Revolution’ after the last few letters. Stoke the fires if you like. Keep it alive. Are you ready? Ok, take your seats, baseball cap on backwards, sunglasses in position. Off we go. It has been said that God wrote only two books, which is a … Continue reading Here’s a good thing.
Dear Pogue, Are you OK? I haven't written for a while as I have been travelling. Travelling sort of messes with my head and crashes my routine, especially when there's a time difference. When I am not writing I initially don't concern myself. Then, as time passes, concern begins to creep up and eventually a … Continue reading The Articulate Silence
Dear Pogue, Let me tell you about a lady I am getting to like. Let me qualify that statement unless you get the wrong idea. Her name is Brooke Hampton and she appears in several paces on the web including her on web site, Barefoot Five. She's on Instagram but I came across her on … Continue reading Through the wardrobe.