Kurt of Gerolstein

. My discontent has melted like an iceblock in a glass of whisky.. Even though I am quite sure that a number 18 commex baby blue bus purpose...

. One thing about flying to Europe, rather than taking my old trips by ship, is that I miss out on all those walks I used to do in the Pacif...

. The most beautiful, sun-sodden day. And that cold breeze that has haunted us the past weeks all packed away, hopefully for the season. It ...

. Yesterday, given the expansive life of entertainment I’ve been living the past weeks, I decided to commit a blob day. And blob I duly did....

. I thought this little feller (girl?) deserved a little post all to him/herself. Imagine sleeping in that position -- head on back-to-front...

. Well, Jersey keeps on coming up with one treat after another.. Today I visited what is rightly nowadays named ‘Durrell’. It has had previo...

After the races in Guernsey .. the races in Jersey… Well, there are some similarities (notably, the horses involved) but there are also big ...

After gorging myself on orchestral music through the Liberation Festival, it felt strange, at the end, to return to my accustomed rather uno...

. I am sitting in the Jersey sunshine, with a glass (its a vase actually, my room didn't have a big glass) of iced Guinness and a delici...

Sunday, and the final day of the Jersey Music Festival. After last night’s adventures in city square, I struggled slightly to get under way ...

These two young Jersey lads, in the square in the small hours, had their own ideas about ‘liberation’. They were most enthusiastic, pressing...

. Tonight was the big concert at the Opera House: the Jersey Chamber Orchestra and soloists in two concerti and the Elgar Introduction and A...

. Alas, because of the eternal transport problems, I had to miss this morning’s master classes at the Jersey Academy of Music. I’d particula...

The Festival’s first evening concert, billed as ‘The Trout’, took place tonight at the Jersey Opera House. But there was one slight anomaly:...

I’m back in my room, feeling a little as if I’d been hit between the eyes by a ten-pounder. I’ve foregone going out to the Jersey war tunnel...

While I was in Berlin, during some of my quieter moments, I read a delightful book entitled The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Socie...

Well, I’ve never before owned a racehorse which has made it to the races at the early age of two, so little Australian Livia de Gerolstein i...

. I didn’t want to leave Berlin. I didn’t. It was like tearing a babe from its mother’s breast… Closing up number 32 and saying goodbye to e...