Poetry & prose by Alex Hickman
Earlier this week I spent some time with Javier Blas, the FT’s delightful and clever Commodities Editor. Over an expresso we talked about skiing (Javier is an expert, his father was a national champion) and the outlook for Spain (poor) and the year ahead. Javier talked me through the big events coming up in commodities […]
Read More…BA182 is the final British Airways flight out of JFK on Thursday night and six hours later the heavy snows falling over southern England oblige us to circle a couple of loops over Heathrow before we can land. One of the airport’s two runways has been closed and at last we descend into cloud the […]
Read More…I am staying on Nob Hill, right at the summit. This is almost as high as it gets in San Francisco and the roads running south and east fall away like glassy pistes down the sides of a mountain. My hotel shares this narrow plateau with the city’s Episcopal Cathedral. Through the night the bell in its […]
Read More…Everyone else had turned towards home and lunch; he could hear the shouts of the other boys as they followed the track over the river and down to the farmhouse. He and Fred climbed on towards a rocky outcrop. The sky was blue, there was snow on the tops. He carried Fred on his shoulders, […]
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