Author: unwrapping

reflective, agitated, sometimes melancholy, articulate, hopefully creative, reasonably hopeful.

The Man in the Boat

Out on the sea, see the boatrocked by the waves,but still afloat. An orange segment,a wooden half moon,like a rocking horse rocker,like the bowl of a spoon. Dancing on water,how can it prevail?No oars, no engineno rudder no sail. The dark skies are threatening,the elements wrestle,the raindrops like bulletspour down on the vessel. And there…

Istanbul – Finding the Essence

My third and final day in Istanbul, and a much sunnier one. Finally, it was starting to look a little brighter on the outside, if not any more colourful. Following a jolly five mile dawn run, and breakfast in the Crowne Plaza hotel lounge, I jumped on a tram to the city’s cultural centre and,…

Istanbul in the Shadows

The night time does not always provide the best first impression of a city. The colours of the day have faded to monochrome, shadows have spread like blankets to smother every flicker of natural light. Only where the darkness has been banished by electrically powered illuminations, can a city be rescued from its natural nocturnal…

So what exactly IS coaching?

I’ve just come off an intensive four-day course to learn all about – and try my hand at – coaching. Fifteen strangers gathered in a hotel in the east midlands – with different careers, backgrounds,  personalities and ambitions – but all with the same question. How can we help other people by becoming great coaches?…

Going to the Party . . .

So many friends assumed I was a card-carrying member of the Labour Party, that I decided I may as well become a card carrying member of the Labour Party. Never one to jump on the bandwagon of a winning team (I’m an Oldham athletic supporter), I decided to join the party at its lowest ebb…

Norway Cruise Day 1 – Vardø Bewitched

Our giant ship sidles into the little Norwegian town of Vardø, gently buffering up against the daisy-chain of old tyres pinned along the dockside. Then, throwing out its ropes as an invitation, it is accepted and entwined to the harbour cleats. Five minutes later the boat opens its mouth, sticks out its gantry tongue and…