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Hello and welcome! I am Colin Bell, a novelist and poet, previously a TV producer-director of arts programmes, also known as the blogger Wolfie Wolfgang. I hope you find something here among my daily blogs. I write about anything that interests me - I hope it interests you too. Let me know.

Wednesday, 8 April 2015

My camellia has forgiven me here in my Lewes garden.





My camellia is having its best year so far here in my Lewes, UK,  garden - it has stopped sulking after a repotted it three years ago and, this year, it is actually telling me that I am forgiven.


Camellias are not nearly as delicate as people assume as long as they are planted in the correct acidic soil,and their blooms kept away from the danger of frost burning in the early morning sun by avoiding an East facing wall. They do, however, hate being moved but, being happy-go-lucky kinds of plants, they do settle down in the end and, as in my garden, provide a marvellous first-taste of exotic colour in a season usually dominated by yellows and purples.


Sunday, 5 April 2015

My Lewes Garden says a Happy yellow Easter with Daffodils




There's a lot of yellow out there through my window. When the sun is shining too, I'm truly convinced that my garden is wishing us all a Happy Easter with a golden burst of daffodils just as the latest tea cosy,  a wonderfully vivid yellow from my mother's inventive brain,  goes on display in the kitchen. Yellow is definitely the colour for this weekend. So Happy Easter to all Wolfie's readers.


























So there you are, yellow. Here's a yellow song too. Happy Easter, everyone.


Saturday, 4 April 2015

Montpellier - photogenic city of prophecies, poetry and fun.




Here in my final blog about a splendid week's holiday in the South of France, I'll let my camera do the talking but it should be sufficient to tell you that I spent a memorable Monday visiting the beautiful city of Montpellier, a short train journey away from Sète where we'd been staying.



So what was all the excitement about, you wonder. Montpellier is the capital city of the Languedoc-Roussillon region of Southern France, it has one of the oldest universities in the world (established 1289), it was the birthplace of the saintly Saint Roch (1295 - 1327), who gave up his wealth to tend victims of the Black Death and ended up catching it but then being cured after his wounds were licked by a friendly dog. Montpellier University was home at various times to the Italian poet Petrarch (1304 - 1374), inventor of the Petrarchan Sonnet, the spooky pseudo-prophet Nostradamus (1503 - 1566) who told us that the end of the world was going to happen some time ago and it didn't (nice to know that, Nostradamus, old mate), Montpellier University also employed literature's bawdiest wild man, François Rabelais (1483/94 - 1553) who advised us all to eat, drink and be merry. I think I'm on his side with this one.



So, as you can see, we've arrived in Montpellier - enjoy yourself wandering around this beautiful and highly entertaining city that still seems to delight in the spirit of Rabelais.












































































































Let's say au revoir to this inspiringly down-to-earth region of France with the voice of the great singer-songwriter, Georges Brassens - just because I can: