The Cork Board, World Music

Searching for the elements of beauty Three days after Christmas and the Monkeys have become hibernating mice. Mrs Monkey is curled up in bed reading. I am curled up on the sofa underneath a faux fur rug and a cat, reading. It is late morning and no-one feels like moving. Coffees have been made and drunk and we’re waiting for… Continue reading Searching for the elements of beauty

The Cork Board

Trip Books…. Travelling light

I remember as a youth carrying my books under my arm, or in a plastic bag, to read on buses and trains. In time, covers would become creased or imprinted by greasy fingertips. Of course, those days haven't quite gone. The buses have been replaced by cars but I still like the feel of a… Continue reading Trip Books…. Travelling light