Mountains. Hills. Valleys. All shades of green. This is Cymru. I never realised how much I missed topography like this. We had entered Wales in our little van (having sold the sensible Ford sedan), crossing the River Severn. I cannot say that my Welsh or Cymraeg...

Dear important person at the South African High Commission (Trafalgar Square, London), I understand that one of the reasons for rejecting my submitted application for a new passport is that my inked fingerprints are illegible. May I point-out that you received my...

For over a year, we have been in lockdown in varying degrees. Never would I have imagined that working from home would be the norm, that my work outfits would gather dust, that I would have Skype business calls wearing my bunny slippers, that I would forget how to use...

During lockdown, there is time to ponder. I happened to look at the Union Jack one day and wondered how it came to be. It is a combination of the flags of the patron saints and their associated countries that make-up the United Kingdom: St Patrick for Northern...

Staring out of the lounge window, I get lost. With the little powerhouse of warmth and energy wrapped in black fur lying next to me, we watch them.     There are 3 of them. All grey fur with white tummies. They circle down the trunk of the large bare tree...