My Top 5 Photographs: Roskilde, Denmark.

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1-roskilde-domkirkeRoskilde Domkirke, July 2002. One long ago summer I found myself touring Denmark for a couple of weeks. Time was tight, so when I rolled into Roskilde I had just under twenty-four-hours to hit the highlights before my train to Odense. My first stop was the city’s giant cathedral. Built in the 12th and 13th centuries, this was Scandinavia’s first Gothic Cathedral to be built from brick, a huge inspiration on the subsequent construction of churches throughout Europe. Located on a small hilltop overlooking Roskilde Fjord, the cathedral boasts a dramatic location; while inside you’ll find a mausoleum where forty Danish kings and queens are buried! The Royal Tombs are pretty spectacular and its impossible not to feel the weight of history as you move between the coffins.

2-viking-ship-museumViking Ship Museum, July 2002. A large chunk of my day was spent at the altogether more lighthearted Viking…

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Henderson – a short story from Belgium.

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In the autumn of 2004 I found myself suddenly relocating to Belgium, at the expense of an attractive job offer in Italy. It was one of those major forks in the road, the kind of big decision that could transform a life. Which, for better or for worse, is exactly what it did.  

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“Get out Henderson!” I’ snapped with my usual grimace, “you truly sicken me!” Typing up another delivery request on Paktel’s clunky old computer system, I poked my head out from behind the screen to peek at her in the gap between our computers. As expected she was smirking right back at me, shaking her head and rising above it all in the admirable way Henderson always did.  

“Henderson, you’re fired!” I’d announce, at least two to three times a day, sometimes while she was on the phone trying to deal with a customer. This…

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Car Crash Girl Part II – a short story from Belgium (& Scotland).

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In the autumn of 2004 I found myself suddenly relocating to Belgium, at the expense of an attractive job offer in Italy. It was one of those major forks in the road, the kind of big decision that could transform a life. Which, for better or for worse, is exactly what it did.

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In many ways things between Lucie and I began to disintegrate right from the day I arrived in Belgium. Touching down in Brussels, she was on hand to meet me at the airport before leading me outside to meet her father Tom. Slim, tanned and talk-show-host-dapper in his freshly pressed shirt and trousers, Mr. De Smolden smiled, shook my hand and was courteous enough in his rusty English. And yet there was something in his detached demeanor that suggested life in the family home wasn’t going to be as welcoming as I’d hoped. Still, as we…

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