The first time I went to see Mount Kilimanjaro, it wasn’t there. Get up first thing tomorrow morning, just as dawn breaks. So I did. And there it was, that awesome monster of a mountain. And it was pink.
I grew up in a colour-coded world. In Belfast, even the kerbstones are painted. I’ve realised that my brain is horribly colour-coded. It’s cultural. It’s sub-conscious. It’s worth reflecting on…
This story originates from a conversation with my wife about swimming at our local lido.…
It’s fair to say that it’s only recently that I’ve only begun to understand the…
Happy Birthday Wikipedia - I've always been a fan! Knowledge curated by humans that I've…
This visual story is taken from The Visual Thinker - Let there be light and…
This tasty little visual story is about the types of potato grown in Ireland in…