Ramblings of a Free Man

Perhaps all lives start as a well-constructed novel. A series of vignettes follow, some comedic, some mired in tragedy. Sometimes we try to shape our destiny, other times it shapes us. Suddenly in the blink of an eye, we enter the final run-in. For me, this late freedom is best served by poetry, life's essence distilled. Holding close to family and friends and showing kindness to strangers and those in need. Observing at leisure the many human aspects of Britain, Europe and latterly India h...