Kolymsky Heights

Brass Monkeys

The boiler broke down last weekend, and I remained wrapped in layers to type. I detest the damp and cold – not ideal for someone born in the Northern hemisphere. So for my trip tomorrow I think I must have gone mad. How did I ever get talked into this? My ideal holiday is a […]

Invisible Ink: Reaching Late Heights

Reporting was once a brilliant training ground for becoming a novelist, and a very common one. (Where will the next generation of writers come from now that we mostly have content recyclers, I wonder?) But here’s proof once again that writing is a career in which, rather like music composition, you can enjoy late success. […]