Riga Through A Hailstorm: On The Reporter’s Red-Eye Life

Thursday, 16 July It’s the first time I’ve heard an entire airplane applaud a safe landing, and I’m sure I didn’t sleep through any turbulence. After an early flight out of Edinburgh and over five hours in London’s wifi-less Luton Airport, what I’m convinced is hell’s mop closet, I’m safely in Riga, Latvia, ready toContinue reading “Riga Through A Hailstorm: On The Reporter’s Red-Eye Life”

Knocknarae, Or Thoughts on Time and the Irish Sisyphus (A Hitchhiker’s Guide)

  “UP THE MOUNTAIN ye were?” the woman said to me.  I tried to look at her from the passenger seat, though my glasses were bedazzled with raindrops. “Picked a day for it, too,” I said, and she laughed, and clicked her tongue.  She was in her mid-seventies, wearing a corded cream wool sweater andContinue reading “Knocknarae, Or Thoughts on Time and the Irish Sisyphus (A Hitchhiker’s Guide)”