Small is Beautiful

Two things happened to me a little while ago. One was quite a small thing by usual standards, but it was rather lovely. The second thing was quite major and upsetting. I let the major thing dominate my mind. And it grew … The same morning, we were diverted from the scene of an accident where a woman died. And I thought, “You’re 71,…

War Photographer for a Day

With an afternoon to spare recently, we drove down to the National Memorial Arboretum in Staffordshire. I had some specific areas I wanted to see (it’s much too big to see everything in one day) but our plans went awry within 20 minutes of arriving when Brian Wallis, an RAF veteran of the Falkland Islands campaign, spotted my camera. Within minutes he had charmed me into…

Lunch with Albert

When I first began to forget the names of things (apparently the first thing to go is proper nouns) I swore I would never resort to ‘whatchamacallit’ and ‘thingymajig’; even if it meant a pause in the conversation, I would just wait until the word came. That worked for a while and then the next stage appeared – the word would come to mind…