When Sussex Wept for Alan Wells
There is a place in Sussex where the road falls away so suddenly and unexpectedly that, just for a moment, … Continue reading When Sussex Wept for Alan Wells
Category: memoir
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
Derek Pringle, King of the Slips
There were periods in the eighties when, as a teenager, I would spend most of my evenings kicking a football … Continue reading Derek Pringle, King of the Slips
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
