You cannot be containedYou met the book How To Paint A Dead Man when you were at a tender age — young enough to say yes with the enthusiasm that overlooks…Aug 24, 2021Aug 24, 2021
Back to the BookerIt is 2009. I am in a holiday apartment in Bakewell, in the Peak District of England. My bedside table is stacked with six books for the…Aug 18, 2020Aug 18, 2020
Reading in to connectionWelcome to The Apiary, a space that’s all yours to define.Nov 30, 2018Nov 30, 2018
The Apiary: come and pollinateDear Scenius, we can’t wait to share this space with you!Nov 17, 2018Nov 17, 2018
The final dayIt’s amazing how late one can work when the passions are ablaze. Despite hitting the sack at 2am, I was up at 8am, making Shakshuka and…Nov 17, 2018Nov 17, 2018
I was too long away: day 4.I didn’t get back to Wassaic until 6pm (please double check MTA info if you’re visiting), and that might have felt like a waste but for…Nov 16, 2018Nov 16, 2018
The third: an afternoon of distanceAn earlier finish in the space today because I’m heading back into the city for a party celebrating the successful kickstarter for…Nov 14, 2018Nov 14, 2018
Why books? Why *these* books?The rain in Wassaic today precluded the ‘natural’ alarm clock I was hoping for with a flood of sunlight into the attic, but the sleep made…Nov 14, 2018Nov 14, 2018
