Boris Johnson was talking wildly about Project Hope. I see little hope in Brexit and I am fed up to the eyeteeth in doom, gloom, prophecies of disaster and misinformation. I am however very hopeful about the possibilities for remaining in Ethe EU, however flawed it may be.
I was at the top of Kantara Castle in Northern Cyprus when I finally realized that it was time to bow to the inevitable… It had been worth every one of the several hundred rocky uneven steps to get up there, but now I had to get down. There were no rails, virtually no handholds, my knees were buckling and stabbing with a thousand arthritic needles… I had to start using a walking stick.
…as the new flag of Zimbabwe was raised, the country of my childhood ceased to be. It was erased forever from the map… I felt as if my last support had been knocked from underneath me. My head kept telling me it was a stupid reaction but something in the pit of my stomach mourned for that sense of belonging. I felt rootless.