Not long after you break your neck in three places (in a not-swimming-well-enough accident) people tend to ask a lot of questions.

They do say ... write as if your life depended on it.

12 January 1943 to 27 January 2018. My friend Martin Currie. We always spoke on the phone this day since coming to Oz.

Anyone who wins the best dressed man at the Galway Races, -- without knowing that's 'a thing' -- undeniably has sprawl.

It is in days such as today I find myself. Quiet, simple days where not much happens on the surface. Time passes slowly. I am with people...

You cannot be serious! We took a mid-morning train to Edinburgh Waverley. As far as I know, it's the only train station named after a...

The promenade at Weymouth is a peaceful place at seven o'clock on a Sunday morning. The only sounds are those of the natural world. The...