The Cafe Cat

 These beauties are just perfect to suit a late afternoon. Coarse and cakey, salty-sweet and with a gentle crust, they pair well with a t...

I love city ghosts.  Faintly feathering about their shimmering way, slipping through doorways, turning street corners, shuddering in re...

I hadn't planned to see you but knew that at some point, I would be drawn in your direction by an irresistible lull; the force of habit...

And so walk I did, right from autumn into winter- a kaleidoscope of colours flickering their final fancy before crumb...

And so there I was again- back to square one after a long learning interval and I wasn't quite sure where to start. I only knew that I ...

My first month at 27 was perhaps the most uncomfortable of all and also the final of my two years in Barcelona. I see it now as a fork in t...

I remember the day I discovered the lull of the tide. We were standing there, my father and I, in the late afternoon at the water's e...

Dear Celia, Truthfully, I know not where to start this letter, which I feel as I have been writing for ten long years. I cannot recall ...

Despite the bitter, haughty huff of the eastern wind that flurries and unfurls its icy fold, by darkness and by day, my window sits slightl...

Another week gone by in our waiting game for the spring to arrive and in my personal quest for world domination. In between little meetin...