Pizzey's Perch

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