The Old Man and the Stone

<p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>The old man scratched his head. On the one hand he wanted every creature's story to be told and respected. On the other hand he knew all stories were partial and that real truth could never be told. Never ever can you understand another life - or even your own. Is this a tragedy or a blessing? The old man pondered. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Expanding on the fergusonian universe often explored in his fiction titles Jon Ferguson shares an old man's ponderings on subjects including life death the media music madness Tilou the cat and the sound a cork makes when it pops out of a good bottle of red.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Music and wine gave sparkle to the old man's existence. Winemakers were also composers to be honored and revered. Their symphonies flowed from the bottle after the corks had sounded the first note. </span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Perfect for dipping in and out of! Or read it cover to cover to experience a deeply moving overarching narrative about love ageing and isolation.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Humour abounds as always.</span></p>