Pause for Thought

 It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a man in possession of a good pint must be susceptible to interesting thoughts.

As I sat in the pub quaffing a pint of Abbot Ale the other day, I realised that this blog would have been less substantial and probably less inventive, if not more coherent without the intake of the ‘smooth, dark stuff’.

Traversing yet another journey of the imagination and learning (in this case reading The Wine of Solitude by Irene Nemirovsky), I stumbled upon a break in parts.  It happens to me regularly of course but this time I was struck by something new.  Perhaps it was the pint, or perhaps something more tangible yet out of reach of the right words but something made me stop and stare into the above pages.

There was a quality to these leafs,  they felt smooth yet had those wrinkles that…