A perfect Sunday- La Salvetat-sur-Agout

The insistent clanging of the seven o’clock bell eventually penetrated my sleep and by degrees I began to be aware of other morning sounds. The raucous, boastful crowing of a cockerel. The trilling of a songbird heralding, rather too gaily I thought, another warm, sunny day. Awake now, I could hear the call of aContinue reading “A perfect Sunday- La Salvetat-sur-Agout”

A lesson in managing expectations to avoid disappointment

The new museum of Roman history in Narbonne, NARBO VIA, has been a tantalising presence on the cultural landscape of the town for more than 11 years. The idea of a major new museum in Narbonne, erstwhile capital of Gallia Narbonensis, major port and vital crossroads in ancient times, was first mooted in 2010. SinceContinue reading “A lesson in managing expectations to avoid disappointment”

Here, There and Everywhere again. Part two: Saint Martin de Canigou

The rain continued on and off throughout the night with the odd flash of lightning and distant rumble of thunder for good measure. There is something particularly wonderful about being so close to the elements during a storm and yet protected from them. Listening to the rain drumming on the roof from the cosy safetyContinue reading “Here, There and Everywhere again. Part two: Saint Martin de Canigou”

Here, There and Everywhere again! Part one: Port Vendres to Banyuls

Although many restrictions still remain and we wait patiently for restaurants, cafés, cinemas and theatres to reopen, it was with a light heart and a silly grin on my face that I flicked the button on Vera Van’s keys and heard the satisfying clunk of her doors unlocking. After months of sitting unused she wasContinue reading “Here, There and Everywhere again! Part one: Port Vendres to Banyuls”

Longings – Sant Feliu de Guixols

It’s been raining for three days now. It looks as though someone has scribbled all over the sky with a pencil. Big heavy drips are rolling off the Roman tiled roofs. Birdsong has been replaced by the croaking of frogs. Everything feels damp and clammy. There are few pleasures at the moment. Wandering outside andContinue reading “Longings – Sant Feliu de Guixols”

Bridge over the River Kwai

“And after, no one will really ever remember it. Like the greatest crimes, it will be as if it never happened. The suffering, the deaths, the sorrow, the abject, pathetic pointlessness of such immense suffering by so many; maybe it all exists only within these pages and the pages of a few other books. HorrorContinue reading “Bridge over the River Kwai”