World War II


  THE mind refuses to stop. It seems to be in permanent overdrive. Refusing to shut down.  Unresponsive to any attempt at braking, or changing direction. And it is getting worse, more insistent, taking a tighter hold and blocking any alternative thoughts or distractions. Endlessly dwelling on Russia’s brutal and horror-filled assault on Ukraine. And its precursor. A key phrase hammers away in my head – September 1939. Almost a lifetime away. Pre-history for the millennials. And perhaps for many  from slightly less  recent generations one that has scant or merely vague meaning. Yet for thousands upon thousands of us… Continue reading
Postcard from Germany: old wool mill restored and thatched by scouts for their own use Some travels rouse a far greater depth of feeling than others. For example, a gentle meander through the chateaux and vineyards of Normandy and Burgundy could not be compared to visits made to Buchenvald, Auschwitz… Continue reading