Pilchards

“Hello … hello? Is that you, Becky?” My elderly neighbour is on the line. Her voice is strong and resonant but carries a chord of concern. “I just don’t know how everyone will cope,” she says, “How long is this going to last, do you think?”  Mary is worried, of course, about the coronavirus crisis … More Pilchards

Scramble

The seaward-looking statue that sits at the Battle of Britain Memorial to the east of Folkestone wears a flying jacket which purposefully obscures both his nationality and rank. One-fifth of Fighter Command battling against the German offensive was not British, and most airmen were inexperienced. This pilot’s unwavering gaze in the face of an unremitting … More Scramble

Yesterday

Yesterday, I met a woman in a shop. She didn’t give me her name, but she did divulge her age: 92 – yet she looked closer to 72 with her bright blue eyes, and I told her so. I asked her what her secret was. She looked a little bemused by my question, paused to … More Yesterday

Malawi Matters

I’ve taken you out to Margret’s Malawian Kitchen, and introduced you to Israel (again) and F Man (briefly). So here now is a fuller idea of why my son and I went to Malawi. (This post can also be found on Empathy Action.) I’m tagging along on my son’s trip (he’s here to gain some … More Malawi Matters