My brother collects tools (and cars) as a matter of course. In the past few weeks I have been longing for access to his stash. I came to Italy to help someone I had never met before to restore a farmhouse that has been abandoned for forty years. In return for my help, he has …
Mio ritorno in Italia
If London is good for the wellbeing of my brain, then Italy is the balm for my heart. In no way does it need soothing but who ever said no to a trip to Italy and didn’t regret it? When I started writing this there was a pile of funghi di Galetto next to me …
Thoughts from London.
Every time I’m in London I press my internal reset button. It may seem like an odd place to do it as it’s hardly somewhere one typically goes for R&R. You might think that it would be far easier to do so in St. Kitts, what with all the beaches and sun and rum. London …
But Who You Be, Really? 