Posts from the category Life (and how to live it)
On two wheels
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After many years, I’m back in the saddle with my own e-bike. And I’m loving it.
The simple things
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A family came to enjoy the landscape and ended up drawing patterns in the sand.
The non-holiday holiday
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After some rushing around, I find myself on my own in Zurich for a couple of days. After dealing with the day job, I have the evening to myself, with no pressure and no responsibilities. Leaving work behind, I head for the old town and the anonymity of a familiar, traditional and noisy restaurant. The…
I is for introvert
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I am an introvert and that’s O.K.
The anxiety rollercoaster
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I’ve been suffering from anxiety issues for the last year or so. A couple of people have said to me that the topic isn’t discussed as much as it could be, so I thought I’d write about my experiences in the hope that they might help others in a similar situation.
When Your Body Says No
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“It’s not age that makes you an adult, I see now, or even most of the experiences that age brings. What finally does it is the things you lose along the way. A parent dies; you don’t get the girl. And you are wrecked. And you are less for these losses. What makes you an…
Saying hello to a better future
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I’m moving to Swiss web agency Say Hello as partner, client consultant and full-stack developer from January 2019.
The data we leave behind
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Planning for the inevitable in a digital world.
The Day Job
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It was inevitable, I suppose, that I would, one day, have to start applying my experience to The Day Job instead of just my hours. Instead of just being the go-to-guy for programming, I’d have to take over a more responsible role and help other people to learn the craft and expertise of web development.…
My England
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My England is green and pleasant. In my mind’s eye, the countryside is green and rolling, with occasional villages surrounding leafy, oaked cricket pitches or busy duck ponds. The lanes of my youth lead past scattering pheasants and floral hedgerows which echo the sound of a slightly ropey semi-classic British sports car. Towns are timbered and…
The boy on a pogo stick
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Roses wave gently in the breeze, and a wood pigeon coos from a tree, unseen. A cyclist glides silently by and a muffled, childish swear word echoes quietly from a nearby football pitch. Bees buzz, breezes waft, and a boy bounces past on a pogo stick.
Basse Ville
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I regain a holiday feeling by sitting in an old town square, eating pizza, whilst locals perch on a wall, smoking cigarettes before a little bus arrives and rattles them away. Swifts and martins race through the narrow lanes, far above us, to catch their own dinner. The sun slowly retreats up the old stone buildings surrounding…
Not a resolution
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We all need people in our lives who raise our standards, remind us of our essential purpose, and challenge us to become the best version of ourselves.
Live the life you are given
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Life is often unfair and life is short. You don’t know what cards you’re going to be dealt.
Happy birthday, Permanent Tourist!
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I wrote and posted my first blog post in this version of my website ten years ago today. To celebrate, I’m reviving the “Photos” section of the site, which will contain my best and my favourite photos.
The Audi oil consumption odyssey
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My Audi A4 suffers from a known problem with oil consumption, so I’ve had a stressful few weeks coming to an agreement with Audi Switzerland and the local dealership.
Augen zu und durch
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It’s no shock to realise that I’ve been commuting to Bern by car for nearly six years. But what is a shock is that the period of changing from train travel to car travel coincides with the main rise of the smartphone. When I was commuting to Bern between 2008 and the end of 2010,…
Review of 2015
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Another year has flown by, and the approaching festivities remind me that it’s time to look back through my photo archive and be astounded once more by all the happy memories of the past twelve months.
G is for Golf
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Before photography and the internet, golf was the major hobby in my life for many years, in all its forms.
