Reflections in a blogger’s eye **

I have a confession to make: when I started blogging a few years ago, I didn’t have the faintest. Not a bl..dy clue. I did not even really know that people blogged. A blogger? What on earth is that? Do you mean a blotter? That large absorbent paper one used to dry the ink on…

Pot-pourri one-and-forty

San Francisco 2016. West Africa. c.1960-61. Left to right: Little sister, our friend Marie-Martine, and yours truly. En route to the islands. And swimming in the open sea on the way. The boat was a wooden contraption called a Pinasse. Slow, noisy and fab. Brittany, home of my ancestors, half of them anyway. 2013. Not…

A house in Giverny. Fin.

Previously on Equinoxio: Chief Engineer Scotty seems to have fixed the Time-Warp modules. I’m not entirely at ease. Last time he said that we found ourselves in the middle of the battle of Hastings. Some historians mention that the sudden appearance and disappearance of a Red dragon may have led the Normands to victory. Nevertheless,…