People. Place. Story.
My creative space.
When I’m not working, I’m still a writer. For as long as I can remember, I’ve been putting words on the page. Words, read and written, sustain me and keep me sane.
To the Lighthouse at Dungeness during Covid-19
‘Just to let you know that your portrait is almost finished. Would you be free for a viewing on Saturday morning?’ My…
The Real Inheritance
The long rectangular boxes were the obvious place to start unpacking. They had been around forever, since the Floral…
Finding Beauty
‘Write about something beautiful as if you have never seen it before.’ This time two weeks ago I was pondering the…
Seasons and Spice
There are two things that South Koreans love to talk about – the country’s four distinct seasons and the food. These…
Manchester: ‘We do things differently’
‘I was born in Manchester and when I was growing up I said to my father “why did you bring us here to this place where…
An Unnecessary Obituary
This is difficult. Exactly a month after I last saw my beloved Margaret Ncgobo, she is dead. I had visited her,…
A rant about the great ‘free’ British press
How did you end up in the cul-de-sac that is business journalism? It was a question put to me at a London lunch party…
Dear Mr Ramaphosa, cowries are not enough for microbusiness
Our guide, who introduced himself as Bee, was waiting in the lobby of our hotel at Coffee Bay on the wild Wild Coast…
Sticking with Las Vegas, a billionaire, Microsoft and a Volksie shop
The week started with a bang. On Monday, the EyeforTravel WhatsApp group started pinging madly. Mostly I annoy people…
Google and the place of the flying ducks
‘Matatiele’: When I entered this Basotho word, which roughly translated means ‘the ducks have flown’, into Google last…