
Suffolk Pastoral
Constable, being a south Suffolk boy (practically Essex!), may not have made it up to this quiet river valley tucked … Continue reading Suffolk Pastoral
Constable, being a south Suffolk boy (practically Essex!), may not have made it up to this quiet river valley tucked … Continue reading Suffolk Pastoral
Walking home from the station in the gloaming, something catches my eye – a partridge! It is sitting stock still … Continue reading The Partridge
Storm Erik, no relation, has blown in from the North and is busy clearing out the cobwebs. I don’t fancy … Continue reading Fen Blow
The sky had a peculiar countenance this morning. It’s a horrible cliché, but there is no escaping that it really … Continue reading The Song and the Sky
In all my forty seven years, I have previously only spent two Christmases abroad, both in nineties Russia. The first … Continue reading Boże Narodzenie
It was a day for old friends. I met up with a former colleague outside the office where we had … Continue reading A Field for All Seasons
An early train journey in a still empty carriage to take me south to the capital. Across the Fens at … Continue reading The 6.42
The kids have already eaten by the time I get home and they’re watching something loud on the telly, so … Continue reading Noises, sounds and sweet airs, and dancing.
The heat continued – this was not just a “nice spell” but real sweltering heat over the Fen, pressing down … Continue reading Dahlia Diaries – the fifth, not to mention the story of Eric and the Giant Apricot
It’s glorious down here this evening. The strong winds of the morning have died away and I am basking in … Continue reading Dahlia Diaries – the fourth