Thank you Frida.Your self-effacing, sweeping memoir of living on a continent sliding towards disaster offers an engaging and at the same time shuddering perspective on the human condition and the ever-present...

I dig in the garden with my partner. At dusk we wander the farm. Sometimes we talk. We ache with age and labour, but we press on, gladly. We have a lot to do, much to plant and a great many things to abstain...

What on Earth do we make of this time?Tragedies mount. Isolation bites. Bravery and selfless service by a minority pound the consciences of the majority.We are denied contact, more aware than ever now...

Forget mortality for a precious while. Too alarming. The current shadow scaring the world needs qualified perspective, and I will leave that to the experts.Let’s talk about immortality.What’s in a...

“Ecology? Look it up. You’re involved.”So it began, on posters plastered across Vancouver fifty years ago, the movement that matters much to me, to us as a family. That my wife is Canada-born is...

The question may not be asked, but the puzzlement is often etched on faces – why did we choose to live here in The Priorat, a thousand miles from all we knew?It has a great deal to do with cowboys.On...

How I need the rhythm. From listening to my heart, literally finger on pulse when my head begins to bully, to the familiarities, smiles and constancy of Priorat community and nature.I find such comfort...

Thirty years ago I was on an express train. It was November 10th and I was about to have a front row view of history, just as I sense is happening to me now.The Hanover to Munich service was on schedule,...