Archaeologists’ new findings confirm facts in an ancient Irish myth. In what some see as our post-truth world, the word ‘myth’ has become entangled with ‘fake news’ and ‘alternative fact’ as a term of disparagement. A dangerous misunderstanding of myth.
Amsterdam….of course. And exactly where did I leave my bike? Or was it here… (Must fit a plastic cover to that seat…) Living on a boat does not mean you can’t have a garden:
Ernest Hemingway went there to shoot ducks in 1948, and to use the setting in his novel Across the River and Into the Trees, but he missed Torcello’s glory days by over a thousand years. Like an ancient dowager –
He is not Assisi’s only saint, but Saint Francis comes immediately to mind, revered not only by such disparate bodies as the Roman and Lutheran Churches and the Anglican community, but by New Age environmentalists – his fellowship universal
Unsure which makes glass and which makes lace? The way I remember is that ‘M’ is for millefiori (multicoloured glass) as in my gorgeous little jug pictured here. I might have associated ‘B’ with bobbins for lace, except that traditional