The Cafe Cat

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...

When travelling, you can navigate by map and itinerary or choose to just walk and see and it is often that I take the latter, winding mysel...

When you wholeheartedly love a place, you can slip back into it as if you had never spent a moment away. It has the power to almost erase y...

I’m the sentimental one in my family, clinging to nostalgia like a forgotten scent dancing anew on the nostrils; a sashaying, shim...

I remember a day. It was April, where I was dreaming on my bed, looking out to a sky that was neither cold nor warm, but soft-washed pi...

Time was faithfully trotting on. Time is always the same, ticking by its own tock and yet how is it that it can sometimes seem so painfully...

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...