Here you can find stories that have been shared around roaring fires, over broken bread and flowing drinks, and also in the quiet moments between two hearts. Stories that decorate the ink covered pages of my journals. Scrawled notes to planned and drafted prose. Moments lived to be told.
It is these moments of storytelling that connected us with strangers and friends alike, stretching across culture, age, experience, and even time.
The central shops of Marrakesh all pander to the tourists that pack the market streets, all seemingly selling the same items. Trinkets and bracelets all identical to the next. I wanted something different, a better story to tell. After a while exploring the streets away from tourists I found a small shop. I was met … More The Swordsman
There’s a magic to bookshops. Those that are familiar and those of unknown cities with books in languages you cannot read, hidden down twisting back streets. The books hold within their pages the thoughts and knowledge of another. Written testament to their experience and imagination to be passed down. Human history and the world around … More Bookshop Thoughts
A message arrived. It read he would be travelling through the tropical island on which I was staying. It had been close to six months since we first met and travelled together. I have always, wherever possible, made every effort to spend time with friends in person. A few messages back and forth we found … More The Wise Man
