Writer's Blog

About a triangle of weirdness that took us back to Cape Town, and from here - to the airport.

About a sky opening, which leads me from the wilds into greyness.

We say "Thank you." We say, "Please," And "excuse me," When we sneeze. That's the way. We do what's right. We have manners. We're polite.

About seven towns in eight days, three provinces in one journey and two lobsters for half the price.

See you in due course.

About strong winds, weak connections and a good enough house.

About a smooth exit, a jumpy entrance and a pair of warm woollen socks.

About nomadism, hoarding, and the mess that stories leave behind.

About the grand Saturday badminton pleasantries game. Don't forget to bring your masks.

About a writer in the attic, a van trip in America and rare metals.

About bird work, crow physiotherapy and the wonders of innate knowledge.

About a morning routine of cycling, perceive the charm and about unique starry skies.

About Matan.

About travelling trough South Africa during a pandemic, crossing kilometres to a desert town and a responding to change.

About three occupants, two flights and one last week.

On the importance of stupid mistakes, embarrassing failures and painful memories.

About random meetings, spontaneous conversations and piles of books.

About beginnings, ends, and an almost empty beer bottle that became a work of art.

About one hundred colourful sunsets, the video call infection and coping during a modern prohibition era.

About a writing accomplishment, a systematic rejection and the first cube of chocolate - why building a rowboat sailed me into the plot.