‘What’s in a name? What indeed? The name of this blog comes from a little snippet of poetry that I wrote years ago ‘Words, like shifting sand, which has no home.’ From that came Sand has no home, and it has followed me throughout the last 7 or 8 years, through various projects, most of them forgotten, neglected or tossed away. The line always evokes imagery of desert sand dunes for me; a scene from The English Patient; sand swirling and drifting, aimless, transient and gypsy-like. Words can be like that, set free, posted out of a window in Tuscany like Liv Tyler’s character in Stealing Beauty, or lost, discarded or hidden. Words are restless, they refuse to stand still, taking flight on the…