I arrived in Matsuyama mid-evening. It’s a city on the north coast of the island of Shikoku, but in the dark we hadn’t even seen the bridge connecting it with the main island of Honshu from our express train. I … Continue reading

I arrived in Matsuyama mid-evening. It’s a city on the north coast of the island of Shikoku, but in the dark we hadn’t even seen the bridge connecting it with the main island of Honshu from our express train. I … Continue reading
Contemplating autumn in Kyoto, Japan. Continue reading
My knowledge of Japanese is limited, to say the least. Continue reading
They were lonely thoughts. But in them was this nice, quiet feeling. Continue reading
At the last station one of the Japanese ministers got into our carriage in the costume of a perfect English gentleman, chimney-pot hat included. He invited me to come and see his wife at his country-house, and at Yedo packed … Continue reading
Text: a letter from Freda MB Peskett to Eileen Margaret Shaw, 1937
Photos: a day trip to Hakone, 2014 Continue reading
They climbed the embankment of Osawa Pond for a brief look at the cherries there, and went on past the temple gates – the Temple of the Great Awakening, the Temple of Clean Coolness, the Temple of the Heavenly Dragon … Continue reading
Koruku was privately of the opinion that all this dithering stemmed from an inborn flaw in his brother’s character. Being a student, he could not comprehend how precious his brother’s Sundays were to him, how many hopes and wishes had … Continue reading
Aoyama Cemetery, Tokyo, March 2013 Continue reading