Jack’s Land
A Saturday morning in December, and I find myself in a cluttered wedge of brown-belt no man’s land. It’s at … Continue reading Jack’s Land
A Saturday morning in December, and I find myself in a cluttered wedge of brown-belt no man’s land. It’s at … Continue reading Jack’s Land
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Just off the north end of Iona lies a forbidding looking skerry of black rock; Eilean Chalbha, or Calf Island … Continue reading Eilean Chalbha
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Spring builds like a wave, slowly at first, gathering pace. Shivering snowdrops raise their heads, followed by crocuses and swathes … Continue reading Cow Parsley Bank
Some years ago, I was being shown around the State Tretyakov Gallery in Moscow. A colleague, and my guide for … Continue reading Siren Song: Coda
Under a dun November sky I park up beneath some trees and walk the hundred or so yards to the … Continue reading Whistling in the Dark
A sleepless night and the annual confusion that follows the end of British Summer Time has left me roaming around … Continue reading The Clayway