Hippodrome–the word means a stadium for horses. The only horse I ever saw on stage at the Golders Green Hippodrome was at the annual Christmas pantomime–two men filling out a horse costume: The Golders Green Hippodrome is an enormous white edifice standing on the side of Golders Green Bus and Underground station in north London. […]| Robin Ellis
Little Amal is a Syrian girl in the guise of a giant puppet who has been charming young and old these last few weeks as she’s journeyed from the Syrian border to the shores of the UK in search of her mother. Three-and-a-half meters tall and operated by teams of gifted puppeteers, she makes an […]| Robin Ellis
Our friend, Prue, has been staying with partner Michael–only our second set of visiting friends in eighteen months. Prue is a walker–a 10,000 steps-a-day walker–and an inspiration, as such. She’s got me going again and I thank her for that, although I can no longer walk at her pace, so we don’t walk together. Yesterday […]| Robin Ellis
I sprinkled a dessert spoonful of sunflower seeds on the tuna salad for lunch yesterday without immediately making the connection with what is happening in the fields around us. Giant harvesters are scything the blackened flower faces and spewing the processed seeds into large rectangular skips. It has been an exceptional year for sunflowers. Great […]| Robin Ellis
Maud, our adorable little hen, is a wise old thing. She is usually the first out the henhouse–keen to get on with her day. She sort of explodes out of the house, her little legs–in the cliched language so beloved and abused by politicians–hitting the ground running. Lucette likes to arrange herself properly for the outside […]| Robin Ellis
Less foreign now…. In fact–Tout va très bien chez nous! 🇫🇷 Yesterday we collected our Certificates of Naturalisation from the Prefecture of our department (Tarn). Then we sat in a traditional brasserie in a traditional French square and drank a traditional French petit café and felt good about it! […]| Robin Ellis
The death is announced of Greek composer Mikis Theodorakis Are you married? Am I married? I have a house, a wife, children–the full catastrophe! Anthony Quinn’s Zorba answering Alan Bates oh-so English teacher’s question in the film Zorba the Greek–before they dance the epic dance. The music, of course, composed by Mikis Theodorakis, who […]| Robin Ellis
It’s nearly nine in the morning; Lucette and Maud are up and ready to face the day, but seem in no hurry–content to scuffle around, chatting to themselves, making the usual plans. They have passed the night in their little house nestling in the coop between buttresses on the northwest side of the church. Lucette […]| Robin Ellis
I want to share a timely piece published yesterday, by Heather Cox Richardson… …a professor of American history at Boston College, specializing in the American Civil War, Reconstruction, and the American West. She previously taught history at MIT and at Amherst. She also writes what she calls “Letters from an American” six days a week on the US political scene. […]| Robin Ellis
Meredith was searching the archives for photos of a very young Beau yesterday and picked up a photo album for 2012–the ones that Apple used to do so well. We spent an enjoyable half-hour revi…| Robin Ellis