Through a glass darkly – 158

Drama on our doorstep yesterday afternoon. There was a major gorse fire on Arthur’s Seat, the volcanic hill just beyond the bottom of our garden. Our friends arriving from Lyon wondered if it was laid on for their entertainment. I set off to walk [limp] round the hill this morning. But it seems that someContinue reading “Through a glass darkly – 158”

Through a glass darkly – 146

We are just back from a week down south, with the children and grand-children, and I have been re-reading Evelyn Waugh’s Brideshead Revisited, published in 1945 the year I was born. I guess this book has been around all my life. There was certainly a paperback copy in our house in Wimbledon Park Road, theContinue reading “Through a glass darkly – 146”

Through a glass darkly – 138

The trivial round: 1 It has been freezing cold in Edinburgh in recent weeks. Our lives have been much enriched by a new walk-in shower and the purchase of an electric blanket. Which makes it easier to go to bed on cold nights. But harder to get up on cold mornings. I hobble around theContinue reading “Through a glass darkly – 138”

Through a glass darkly – 116

Moby Dick It sounds like rhyming slang ! But it isn’t, as far as I know. [Although moby is used in some circles to mean enormous.]About ten years ago I read somewhere that Moby Dick was the great American novel. So I bought a copy at the OXFAM bookshop on South Clerk Street, where IContinue reading “Through a glass darkly – 116”