Back to the Sanctuary
December’s lurgy lingers on and work is frustrating, despite the enthusiasm of New Year’s clean slate; it’s time to escape … Continue reading Back to the Sanctuary
Welches Dam
I’m driving into the Fenland equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle – a muddier version, as marked out by Chatteris, Welney … Continue reading Welches Dam
Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
“Mud is another element. One comes to love it” The mud is deep here. I take the little one’s hand … Continue reading Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
The Night Train from Rostov-on-Don to Moscow
It was clearly a well practiced routine, careful, elaborate and worthy of a Japanese tea ceremony. First newspaper was spread … Continue reading The Night Train from Rostov-on-Don to Moscow
Dawn
A day off and despite the almost overwhelming temptation to roll over and stay in bed, I am out of … Continue reading Dawn
Harry Bullock
A spare half hour on a greyish Sunday morning and, dangerously, I am in the vicinity of a boot fair. … Continue reading Harry Bullock
The Shotley Peninsula
An unexpected perk of working the bar of a country pub was getting to know a pair of rascals who, … Continue reading The Shotley Peninsula
