W-O-R-T-L-A-U-T
Just back from a weekend of literature at the Wortlaut literary festival in St. Gallen. The last time I was there, I was taking part.
Trains
I didn’t grow up with trains but vividly remember the time my brother demonstrated the model steam engine he had built himself in our kitchen in Ireland.
Roman’s Ruby Slipper
A blank canvas – Summer at the Lokremise
I have often wondered from where the writing stemmed on the Lokremise window-doors. Last night again, there it was.