Never turn down Glaswegians offering you a free beer and food.

The sun sets, and orange and blue colours mix in the water as I sit pondering what am I to write about this week. When two Glaswegians sit down next to me, eating ice cream and conversation begins to flow on Sicilian food. My week has been one of culture. (I’m not debating the meaning…

Fighting and fear.

This evening I’m writing from in front of a fountain on fighting and fear. Warning: Paracetamol and sun cream does not stop lava. I’ve been tempted by the idea of writing facing fears. I have been working on several books, and one is on warfare. Being here and working on it, as well as today…