In Search of Sunshine


I flew to Sri Lanka in search of warmth and sunshine and for a break from the British winter. A new president was elected and the Pope arrived in Colombo to canonise the first Sri Lankan saint. Harrogate was covered in fresh snow the day I braved the M62 to Manchester. Traffic was horrid and…

Time In The Hills of al-Andalus, Tuesday


Buying A Guitar In Granada On Tuesday morning we went to Granada to buy a flamenco guitar. We took the scenic route from El Canuelo through the Zafarraya Pass to Granada and lost our way only thrice. Lisa de Granada Lisa was waiting for us on Paseo de Bomba. She is an American who has…

Time In The Hills Of al-Andalus, Monday


I took the early morning flight to Malaga. Nick and Renu met me at the airport. We drank coffee, added my name to the list of authorised drivers of the rented car and drove to Torre de Mar. At La Mata on the Autovia de Mediterraneo we turned right and headed towards Torre de Mar.…

Time In The Hills Of al-Andalus – Sunday


My daughter wrote from El Canuelo, near Periana, in the hills above Malaga. “Just waking up from a lovely deep sleep and from my bed I can see the pinky orange of the morning horizon, stretching over the blue and sleepy valley. Not yet fully light at 8 o’ clock. No sound apart from a few birds…

Northernmost Point Of Sri Lanka


In February I joined a group of Sri Lankans travelling to the northernmost point of Sri Lanka. This has only been possible since the end of the bitter civil war between the Tamil Tigers and the Sri Lankan government in 2009. From Jaffna, where we were staying, the big blue coach snaked its way north…

Shooting Without Guns


World Wildlife Day was on 3rd March. This wildlife gallery is a belated celebration of the event. The images were captured by me on numerous trips to some of the wilder parts of the planet over the years. I hope you enjoy it.

Kantharodai & Tamil Buddhists Of Antiquity


“…Few have heard of it and fewer have visited it…”   I heard about Kantharodai only recently. There seemed to be a certain magic about the place and I yearned to visit it. The big coach I was travelling on this February could not negotiate the narrow winding side road from the main Jaffna-KKS road…

Great North Road


“…It is exciting to be on the A9, weaving my way through the Tiger heartland for the first time…” There are cows, dogs and mad drivers on the road. Cops hide behind trees, waiting for easy pickings. My betel chewing driver spits a jet of red betel juice out of the window and just manages…