My Life as a Witch Doctor
Even though I’m now retired, I find it difficult to describe my work as a doctor as I followed less traditional pathways. Sometimes it’s just easiest to call myself a witch doctor.
The Furniture of My Mind
Thoughts on rearranging my life as I create a studiolo, in the spirit of Renaissance Italy.
Desperately Seeking Coffee
Exploring the history of coffee - while trying different brews around the world
A Garden in Fiesole
Thoughts as I sit in a garden in Fiesole, overlooking Florence
Which Side of the Street?
Which side of the footpath to walk on reflects what country I’m in. It doesn’t always follow the road rules, and being jet-lagged never helps.
Not in Rome: Diary of A Witch Doctor
When the internet gods think I live in Rome - surely a sign (to be taken whatever way I like…)
My Writings This Month
A summary of what I published this month, from the orchid gardens of Singapore to having coffee in an apartment in Florence, from looking over the roofline of Prague to publishing travel journals and notebooks.
As Salty as the Mediterranean - Not
As I muse on how much salt to add to the water when cooking pasta, I manage to contemplate two of my favourite foods: pasta and coffee.
Travels With an Epicurean Zombie
When the zombie apocalypse arrives, why not embrace it and enjoy some food along the way, while travelling the world?
Memories of a year gone
Musings on the passing of another year, on the new adventures I made as well as the trusted paths I walked.
My Computer on Holidays
Musings on how, after being unplugged and put to one side for a while, my computer decided to work again - well, enough not to need to a visit to a computer doctor. Had it just needed a holiday?
The Poltergeist on my Roof
Thoughts as I hear footsteps on my roof..
And Yet More Rain
Listening to a downfall at home left me remembering times I’ve been travelling in the rain - such as Florence, Singapore and Luang Prabang.
Butter and the Paradox of Time
For something everyone knows, time remains intrinsically difficult to define. Making my own butter proved the paradox of observed versus real time, for doing so took but a little time and also a long time.