Autumn this year isn’t exactly what the poet John Keats described as : “Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,/Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun . . “. But it does, I think, provide a good metaphor for looking at the world in what one global affairs writer characterised as “the most dangerous period internationally since the end of the Cold War.”.… Read the rest
As I write this, I’m looking out across a (thankfully) gently rolling gray expanse of the North Atlantic. It’s strange to see an unbroken horizon after a week of cruising among the icebergs and daunting cliffs of islands in the Canadian High Arctic.… Read the rest
“Greenland is Nature’s reminder of its utter indifference to humankind”. I have no idea of who said that, but a week of cruising and visiting small villages along a coastline that truly merits the much overworked adjective “awesome” has given me reason to celebrate it.… Read the rest