Ancestral Fields

Just got back from a long-overdue walk through the ancestral fields, a small farm atop a hill a few miles from where we now live, the place my dad grew up in. First port of call at home: the bathroom, to wash a great splat of bird poop out of my hair. Thanks, Dad! More …

Viral craziness

Whom or what can we trust? What’s real news, what’s panic-inducing fake news or plain manipulation? Which statistics have any real meaning? Or are they all largely meaningless, carefully crafted to prove whatever is deemed best by whoever presents the numbers? And how come everyone who disagrees with the mainstream is labelled a ‘conspiracy theorist’? …