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
Author: ericwark
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
St Ives
It’s blowing a gale but the sun is hot and warming, and I decide to brave the terrace. I’ve chosen … Continue reading St Ives
Recollections of the Cathedral Bees
A friend was driving her mother through Ireland this summer and, as they tootled along, she was telling her the … Continue reading Recollections of the Cathedral Bees
