The title for this piece is attributed to Robert Anderson who wrote the melancholy play of the same title. I buried my father a few years ago. Buried is perhaps too loose a term as his body had already been reduced to ashes by the time I had returned ‘home’ to pay my last respects. For some […]

This is the second article to appear on beBEE covering Chefchaouen this year.  Nicole Leigh West‘s  excellent piece, “Kif in the Rif” summed up exactly why this town is a must for any traveller. I was  recently commissioned by Arabian Airlines to do a piece on this magical place and I hope this  article lives up to Nicole’s […]

It’s just on 5.00 am. As I leave the comfort of my hotel room in pitch darkness, a crescent moon hangs low, like a scimitar on the horizon, its light almost no match for the billions of stars that pepper an inky black  sky. The only sound is a  plaintive yip, yip from a lone jackal wandering […]

Twenty odd long years between visits is, as George Orwell once said,is a little like ‘coming up for air.’ In a different time, when the world was younger than today, my parents brought me from England to this city that clings limpet- like to the bottom of the African continent. Then I was just a […]