Infinitely Distracting

When all is said and done

Eventually, with persistence, with perseverance, you get to your destination, in theory.

The way we make

There is nobody here but us on this particular stage, on this particular part of the stage, on this particular island, at this particular time of day. We walk at the side of the road, in search of our accommodation.

Loverboy, lost weekend, my ex-wife

We sight land at first light, an island resting on the sea, drawing near. (Song excerpt "Cloud song", from the album "The Faraway Near" - Peter Loveday)

Melancholic joy and promise

I have paused and I have taken a breath. I have paused and looked up at the moon, my head no longer filled with the scenes and smells of old London, as it was back then, head, filled now by the scenes painted by these pages I am reading.

A fairytale ensemble

A discreet and distant moon is shining down to sprinkle a narrow path of magic on the sea, a path we are about to go down, and that I will tell you about, very soon.