Musings of a business owner, toy manufacturer, and citizen of the world
I finally have a moment, as I sit in the airport, Fort Worth, Texas.
Every name here so evocative, even the name of the airport. It is a place of names read in the news, locations dramatised on TV shows. The America I have learned about on a screen.
I am parked up some 50m from the beach. To the side of me the open expanse of a nature reserve and a dune restoration project. Behind me a couple of gentlemen are playing boules on the hard sandy soil. I’m in Spain, in one of the quieter stretches of
I’ve been in Wales just over a month. A few short weeks and a lifetime And now, finally, I’m flying back to France, back to time on the road, back to my tiny home on wheels. As we fly, the land below looks like a mosaic of busyness, fields, with
I watch the bees hover gently over the lavender. Pausing on each teeny flower, gathering pollen so small I can hardly see it, and again off, moving on to the next tiny flower. Their pattern of flight seemingly haphazard. Yet I study them, knowing that there is a sense to
For the last few weeks I have run Dr Zigs on the road again, from my van, the wonderful Bobbelix, a 2005 Hymer. I spent much of last year like this. In Europe navigating Brexit. This time I’m in northern Spain, in Catalunya. My connectivity a mifi router; my power,
The weather has been changing, from days of over 30 soaring to 40, to a chill, and mornings filled with a cool thick mist, bringing memories of Autumn. Yet, it is still high summer. And from these chills we soar again to high 30’s. It’s hard not to think about