A Week of Progress

A dark Saturday night in Tokyo, and we are both still working away here. Our office is overly warm and stuffy due to my wife’s insistence that the heater is on full blast. I am tired, feeling quite heady, as with the beginnings of a cold, and tomorrow I have to...

On Some Faraway Beach

Some days are big days. Some days are small days. Some days are just ordinary days. Being able to tell what sort of a day you faced was a skill that William Fletcher-Jones prided himself on.

“Knowing your day is about planning and efficiency and that means to know yourself.”

This was William’s favourite little mantra which he often repeated to himself and to others. As a person who was fundamentally a Christian but had a soft spot for Buddhism, he was a man who placed a great deal of importance on all that he did and said. Looking around the breakfast table he nodded contently to himself. There before him sat his son, Theodore, his daughter, Matilda, and his wife, Margaret Fletcher-Jones, this was the family he had fathered and nurtured and of them he took great pride.