The Book Pile is the increasingly mountainous heap that lives underneath – and increasingly alongside – my bedroom mirror. It is more likely to be…
Night falls quickly in Jerusalem. It was daylight when we arrived at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre where a space – much less garish…
We begin our second day at the top of the Mount of Olives for one of the most spectacular views over the city of Jerusalem…
An early start after a few hours of sleep on our first day in Jerusalem. This had been designated for exploring the Old City, and…
The day before I was due to fly to Israel, I went to give blood. It seemed like a pretty logical decision at the time,…







