The perfect reflection of sky in still water. The sudden illumination of a snow-capped mountain as the shadows shift. The soft clouds which hang wistfully in the valley or gather round the highest peaks. Georgia was definitely a good choice of holiday destination, I think to myself with deep satisfaction. It’s beautiful here. I want…
Our enjoyment of Paris on a sunny Friday in January was probably heightened by the whole Brexit thing. I’ve not yet psyched myself up to listen to Theresa May’s speech about what Brexit actually means, but the view from our 6th floor (no lift) flat was made more intensely beautiful by the spectre of separation.…
“Please leave the flowers here for others to enjoy”, read the pretty ceramic notice in the garden where Jesus may (or may not) have been buried. Although somewhat sad that this sign was necessary, it was unsurprising. So many people here seem to want a piece of Jesus and for some nicking these flowers is…
Rain in Jerusalem is properly wet. It’s that alive kind of rain which bounces off the pavements, causes water to cascade down the streets, and feels more like someone is emptying a bucket rather than gently watering the world. It’s the kind of rain that totally justifies sheltering for a while in the peaceful dryness…
Throwing Objects Out Of The Car Is Prohibited so, although the sign had put the idea in my head and induced an overwhelming desire to do just that, I instead had to kick back, stare out of the window and cocoon myself in the reassuring familiarity of an Agatha Christie audio book. Once the shared…
“I’m sorry to bother you at the weekend,” the journalist wrote, “it’s just that you guys are on the front page of The Times.” And sure enough, so we were! That would explain the new followers on Twitter, the flurry of messages from the media, and the generous surge in emails from regular people who…
Life is like a walk in Scotland. We start off by the shore of the loch, taking in the scenery but getting a bit bored of the road with its fast-passing cars. So we scramble down to the edge of the water and start skimming stones, with varying degrees of success but with much merriment…
As I stood in front of the large photo of displaced Kurds, I realised that exactly two years ago I was doing much the same thing. Typical me. Here I am again, standing in some exhibition about displacement. Two years previously, on World Refugee Day, it was a UNHCR thing that we randomly snuck into…
This article about about three new scholarship places for asylum seekers at Strathclyde University got me thinking again about the inspiring Glasgow Girls and the musical which was subsequently produced about their story. Read on for a blog post I wrote elsewhere after seeing the musical last year… A musical about asylum seekers – how…
This post is one that I wrote last year elsewhere. Although it’s too late to see Harlesden High Street, it’s not too late to vote for Tara Arts – where I saw this play – in the Lloyds Bank Community Awards. Click here to support them. Two young men, Karim and Rehaan, sat outside…
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