A sad anniversary.
The fiftieth anniversary of the first moon-landing.
A topaz treasure, and suppressed claustrophobic memories.
On the mysterious arrival, and equally mysterious disappearance, of a Wurlitzer organ.
In celebration of my adopted star.
In which I return to a favourite childhood haunt after a gap of 40 years.
Not wishing to boast, but Richard Carter didn't get C-minuses—and he certainly didn't get SEE MEs.
How I eventually overcame my reluctance to write in my precious notebooks.
How a passage from W.G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn might give a clue to some family history.
As life events go, Shetland 1985 turned out to be right up there.