Posts about Life and How To Live It

With apologies to my favourite band.

Thousands of second chances

Thousands of second chances

I spent the afternoon working at home in front of the computer, and listened to Kenneth Williams – a well-known actor, comedian and diarist – reading from his autobiography, Just Williams.

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Snow in Lauterbrunnen

A stomp in the snow

Note to self. When the cloud is low, the snow is falling gently and the village paths are empty, get out and enjoy it.

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Lightly child, lightly

“It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them. So throw away your baggage and go forward. There are quicksands all about you, sucking at your feet, trying to suck […]

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On two wheels

After many years, I’m back in the saddle with my own e-bike. And I’m loving it.

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Family playing on the glacial run-off sands at the Moiry glacier

The simple things

A family came to enjoy the landscape and ended up drawing patterns in the sand.

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The non-holiday holiday

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 […]

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My England

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 […]

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The boy on a pogo stick

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.

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Basse Ville

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 […]

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