Cathedral

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 […]

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Notes on running in the dark

An email from someone called Piers White  tells me that the start is “in the west of the park (Boules area)”. But it is a black night and the park is plagued by licks of mist and off the lit pathways it is dark enough to think about muggers. I jog around heading west and looking for the start. […]

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Notes on Moscow

The drive in from Dormodedovo Airport through black and white forest and then, as the traffic bunches at the first of the ring roads around the city, the close proximity of hundreds of filthy cars queuing to get back inside the capital. The snow under its black crust is melting and flooding the road. This […]

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