Author Archives: jonathan trustram

on the train

Posted on March 9, 2018 by jonathan trustram

20 September, on the train from Inverness to Edinburgh on the hill going out of Diabaig I reversed a little, as we were two cars caught between Passing Places, and into the ditch I went. I might have been fooled … Continue reading →

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the home fire burning, and rekindled

Posted on January 15, 2018 by jonathan trustram

  After the old boys – well, chiefly Patrick Leigh-Fermor – (see the plant itself ) with their eloquent and scholarly non-stop talk of heroes, heat, old gods, pirates, ecstacies of alcohol, Venetian merchants, Frankish castles, peasant girls whose faces have … Continue reading →

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a story from the mountains, without flowers

Posted on November 21, 2017 by jonathan trustram

This is a story which I have often thought about writing but have never known how to, without making it a boring muddle, because it involves curiously mistaken identities which confused the people involved and still confuses the narrative. I … Continue reading →

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The Hill of Time

Posted on November 5, 2017 by jonathan trustram

    .   In The Hill of Kronos Peter Levi considers his various journeys to Greece. His first trip was in 1963. A night at Heathrow waiting for a long delayed flight to Milan gave him ‘romantic pleasure’. Then … Continue reading →

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Provada!!

Posted on September 10, 2017 by jonathan trustram

This is a piece I’ve been struggling intermittently to write. There are two little stories you might want to read hidden away among thoughts on names and language and ear worms that you might not want to read. As I … Continue reading →

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the plant itself

Posted on August 24, 2017 by jonathan trustram

“Abies cephalonica Grecian fir. Large evergreen tree to 30m with a pyramidal crown and dark brown bark tinted with orange, becoming darker and fissured with age; twigs hairless and buds very sticky. Leaves needle-like, spreading, thick…. Mountain slopes. May-June. S. … Continue reading →

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searching for vibrant, august 2017

Posted on August 23, 2017 by jonathan trustram

(and isn’t it infuriating how they keep turning adjectives into pretentious nouns?) I wrote about my search for the epic, vibrant South Bank here: new outrage in SE1. I’ve been there a few times since, always hopeful. The mix of heritage … Continue reading →

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in the Peloponnese again (Ziria, aka Kyllini)

Posted on July 23, 2017 by jonathan trustram

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Ziria – what a tasteful mountain!                                         Ziria or Kyllini, it has both names. The whitest mountain, and without snow: white … Continue reading →

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Icons in SE1

Posted on June 29, 2017 by jonathan trustram

David ‘Born to Dare’ Beckham is currently appearing, in rotation with various “punks” for Brewdog, on a monument, a stainless steel hoarding near the Imax roundabout in Waterloo which serves to block off the view of the National Theatre, those … Continue reading →

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A piece with people, for Sarah

Posted on June 29, 2017 by jonathan trustram

I stayed recently in Anavriti, a village in the mountains of the Peloponnese, at Guesthouse Arhontiko, a wonderful, welcoming place.( the guesthouse )  Maria somehow combines running it and cooking great food with teaching French down in the valley in Sparta. Her … Continue reading →

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