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Every trip has story. This one begins when I take the train from Roma to Positano. I'm kind of going backwards but that's my style. The train trip down to Naples was relaxing. For most of the journey, I had my nose buried in a book, and the gentle rocking of the train soon put me to sleep. The four hours went by very fast, and it was an agreeable trip, made even more agreeable knowing that I was leaving the city for the seaside and some rest. The Italian railway system funct

I was hot and dusty from the long walk through Naples with the Tourist Officer, and I was tired. The hard driving journey along the cliffs, had given me a stiff neck, and the only thing on my mind was getting to the hotel as quickly as possible, and checking into my room. I didn’t know what to expect, and from my last twenty four hours experience with Italian hospitality, I was quite prepared to be booked into a dump with cockroaches working the nightshift. I was very wrong.

A humorous tale about solitude, obsession and the most comfortable couch I have ever owned. It took me a few years, but I finally put together enough money for a deposit on a tiny house in Stanmore. It was certainly rundown, but I didn't feel the need to renovate right away. The peeling paint and cracked plaster reminded me of an old villa I had stayed at in Positano on the Bay of Naples. Some vines growing up the walls and a few old stone pots in the courtyard almost compl

From old sketches to wearable art: the creative journey that eventually became Rodie Art. For most of my working life I have been a teacher, trainer and marketing consultant. I have spent years helping students understand digital marketing, eCommerce and marketing automation. While all of that was happening, something else was quietly sitting in boxes and folders around the house. Drawings. Paintings. Old notebooks. Half-finished stories. Over the past few months I started op