Waking to the blush of dawn and birds singing, I lay here wishing for another half an hour before starting the day. It’s not yet six o’clock. Morning has broken, like the first morning Blackbird has spoken, like the first bird Praise for the singing, praise for the morning Praise for the springing fresh from …
Settling into the Doctor’s House at the Scots Hotel overlooking the Sea of Galilee. Hot apple juice with a swig of Glenfiddich at check-in sets me in the right frame of mind to enjoy the evening. A clear sunny afternoon doesn’t get in the way either. All’s well. Since leaving the ship in Ashdod Port …