Fools Gold?

Fools Gold?

They can see that he’s just a fool As he never gives an answer But the fool on the hill Sees the sun going down And the eyes in his head See the world spinning around” There is a large chunk of me in this Beatles song. As a service brat I was always moving,...
Trains and Boats and planes….

Trains and Boats and planes….

There is a song from the seventies echoing around my head – was it Peter, Paul and Mary? Can’t remember but it reminds me that having posted articles about cruise liners and cross channel ferries before, the missing bit about sleep on the move is the...
West Coast Harmonies

West Coast Harmonies

I never really thought of the Beach Boys as anything more than happy harmonics. West Coast surfer sound lacking the depth, emotional and musical, of the Beatles. They reflected the US West Coast in all its frothy entertainment world frivolity. Looking back maybe the...
Diamonds not wardrobes

Diamonds not wardrobes

I thought “Bugger Narnia”. It may have been that for an English child in the early 20th century the darkness of grandma’s wardrobe, the smell of camphor and cedar wood were the harbingers of mystery and adventure. In a miserable damp English autumn...
Landscape into Art

Landscape into Art

A few  years ago there was an exhibition in London’s Serpentine Gallery called ‘Art into Landscape’. From the earliest Renaissance masters through Turner and the Impressionists, to Hockney’s brilliance, the face of our globe has been a source of visual fascination,...