14thJuly 2018. I’m on the deck of a Stena line ferry – stern end. The sun is shining, its warm and I’m watching England’s east coast retreat into the morning haze. It feels good, like an escape. We’re heading for Holland, then Germany, Austria, Slovenia, Croatia, Italy and France. Seven of the twenty seven EU countries …
I’m sitting in the Doha Transfer Terminal where I have five hours to fill. It’s the ideal place to pen my second attempt to get my head round India. India is behind me, the UK not yet returned. A sort of neutral space. Limbo. So did I ? Get ? My Head? Round India ? …
I’ve been in India two weeks now. Five days to go. Time to get down some of the thoughts that have been buzzing round my head with every new, extraordinary, shocking, amusing, joyful, surprising, uplifting, unnerving experience. I can’t pretend I’ve been much exposed to the rough and tumble of India. I feel slightly embarrassed …
As somebody who isn’t very interested in sport, I nonetheless get pretty excited about Olympic Games. Against my better judgement actually, given all the corporate flannel that wraps them. Four years ago I went with some colleagues out to Vancouver during the Winter Paralympics, and very impressive and energising it was. Vancouver and Whistler, the …