Endal is not just about a dog. It is about the consequences of accident and neglect, about a human relationship under stress. It is about a traumatised military family that somehow manages to stay together long enough to be rescued by a dog.
This is copied from The Graphic – the bath routine looks interesting.
This is a travel book that unfurls like a lotus flower. It has happiness at its heart but is grown out of hardship in the steep-sided valleys of south-western China.
The decade is the 1940s and the location is the province of Yunnan, geographically cut apart from the rest of China and still webbed with tribes, traditions and traders.
I know of slavery, of its shame and horror, and neither makes it my preferred topic when it comes to books. But this was a gift … so I began.
It was worth it.
China has closed its domestic ivory market. The evening begins with speeches, each given to mark the giant step taken by China to protect the elephants of Africa.
Gloucester is a city with heart and a sense of self. It knows its bones, and lays them out with pride.
In case you’re there, and wondering where I might be, this is an apology for the silence, and an explanation … two explanations. The first is sad, and the second is hopeful.
- I’ve just been to Scotland for the funeral of a wonderful lady and friend; and
- I’m tidying up The Phraser to make it easier to navigate, and to prepare for a new focus on all things to do with books.
The site should be ready and gleaming by the end of the month. Meanwhile, I hope you have the time to do some browsing – The Phraser is open for that.
I look forward to getting back to you, and wish you good reading and good company … always!
This morning, the first day of 2018, started grey, cold and wet … then the sun came out. Light bounced off droplets, fresh shoots pushed up through the moss – it was bright and wonderful, still cushioned in autumn bronze.
Hope in the morning … Happy New Year!