Pangolin Issue 52

Pangolin 51 featured a picture of a very home-made baby pangolin, its predecessor (50) showed off my laundry, so this lunar month we are going for something classier. Here’s a view of the lake close to the Cundallhouse. Those who don’t know Leeds, one of the greenest cities in the country, may find it hard […]

Pangolin Issue 51

Pangolin 51 will go out on Boxing Day 2019 so, unlike Pangolin 50, which was late, this one is prepared for launching in advance. We expect to have 10 adults and 8 grandchildren so the Cundallhouse will be heaving. The family have evolved a fancy-dress tradition for Christmas Day. In recent years we’ve had Pirates, […]

Pangolin Issue 48

‘Serendipity helps the world go round’ says Dr Raj, a minor character in my current work in progress. Is he right? The Cambridge English Dictionary defines serendipity as: the fact of finding interesting or valuable things by chance. A stronger word than coincidence or happenchance, serendipity carries with it a hint of destiny. For this […]

Pangolin Issue 46

It was the colour of the termite mound that turned my head. My brother and I were wandering through the Botanical Gardens in Entebbe a couple of weeks ago. He was busy identifying trees and I was happy to see some of their resident colobus monkeys. We have both seen plenty of termite mounds in […]

Pangolin Issue 45

I have become a serial killer. There, I’ve said it. I’ll start my story with last weekend’s discovery at the Cundallhouse – that it probably wasn’t the magpies what done it, after all. My avid Twitter followers, all 213 of them, may remember that I accused magpies of chopping up the wire leading to the […]

Pangolin Issue 44

Walking my grand-daughter back from a children’s party on 12th May, a kerfuffle of feathers fell in front of us, close enough for me to take this photo with an ordinary phone. A sparrowhawk with a collared dove impaled on its talons – not an everyday sight on our city’s cobbles. I have been thinking […]

Pangolin Issue 43

This Pangolin has scuttled out of its burrow a bit late in the day, but at least I have not missed the date completely. It was waiting in a queue behind a splurge of writing for Tamsin Hopkins, my mentor for the second novel. The last ten days included a long weekend in the Conwy […]