I am standing in a queue for the reception to the accident and emergency department and am gasping for breath.… Read more 24 Hours in A and E

The sun is rising crimson in a clear sky, the air is cold as Houssain, navigates the dusty tracks of… Read more Memories

The air is warm and humid and I am standing on a street in Pondicherry in Tamil Nadu, southern India.… Read more India

I arrive in Montreal and look at the sea of fellow travellers that all seem to know where they are… Read more Canada

My blog is called Red Wine in my Seventies but I am actually in my eighties, I just don’t know… Read more Bank Holiday

I stood on my first day on a street in Dhaka and smelt the warm dust as cycle rickshaws with… Read more Bangladesh and Eight Layered Tea in my Eighties

I didn’t want to go. My energy levels felt low and the thought of having to get up at 3.15… Read more A Visit

I was in my late twenties, when we moved to a village between Swindon and Marlborough in Wiltshire. We bought… Read more Reunion

I am at Paddington station, it looks a fog, I am partially sighted and it is a strange environment. I… Read more Corduroy, Encounters on a Railway Journey