It took a pandemic

… to get me to write a blog post after more than 12 months! Here I am, stuck at home- which is pretty normal since I can’t go on holidays all the time! Last year we didn’t manage any holidays but we managed 2 in 2018 and sneaked one in during the first week of

Need to stop thinking about…

Distracting myself from problems I cannot solve by thinking about things I sorted out in an entrepreneurial fashion.

Popocatépetl

Originally posted on words hanging out to dry:
Popocatépetl This a sound poem which plays with the sound of words and revels in the responses and rhythms they stir up. At the end it features actions which only work in live performance, rather than on the printed page. NB Popocatépetl is the second highest mountain…

Another whale stranding

Upon opening the lappy this morning, top of the news list was this: Rescue efforts continue for beached whales Basically, a pod of sperm whales became stranded on some huge sandbars at the entrance to Macquarie Harbour on Tasmania’s wild west coast. You can see how narrow the harbour entrance is, plus sandbars are visible

Dreams of beach compounds…

There was a crumbling and rusty large gravestone in my dream and a long epitaph written there, which contained phrases like: “He saw red enamel… He spoke of beach compounds… .. He dreamed of Antarctica’s health…” There was a whole lot more that I desperately tried to remember in the dream so I would remember