Across the tracks and into that mysterious place that we call “Les Marais” – preferable to the rather […]
Category Archive: Small town
Camera’s been on the back seat of the car all week – a few clichés of my smalltown […]
Days of rain. Local rivers have burst their banks, the town’s market gardens and allotments are flooded. Growers […]
This year that I am French Is nationality a pièce of paper or a state of mind ?– as […]
Of Holy Farts and Sperm Whales. I’m not a particularly religious person. Certainly not a regular church-goer, but […]
« I had a teenage dream, On moonage days, I’d be a freak out far out, In a purple haze, Cruising […]
The old lady across the road stares at me with autumn acrimony, holding me in her leafy gaze […]
