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
Category: memoir
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
Collecting the Eggs
It’s early, still before nine, and I’m driving. The sun is bright and low, forcing me to squint, and the … Continue reading Collecting the Eggs
Booksniffing
My name is Eric Wark and I am a booksniffer. It is a simple and habitual pleasure, almost unconscious and … Continue reading Booksniffing
Почта
It may have been 1997, but this was the Russia of the seventies. Soviet and grey. No snow to lift … Continue reading Почта
Cow Tree
Not far from here there is an old cinder track. It follows a line of trees between the railway and … Continue reading Cow Tree
