
Last Orders
Towards the end of the last century, on a boozy night in an Edinburgh pub, it became apparent from the … Continue reading Last Orders
Towards the end of the last century, on a boozy night in an Edinburgh pub, it became apparent from the … Continue reading Last Orders
Some years ago, I was being shown around the State Tretyakov Gallery in Moscow. A colleague, and my guide for … Continue reading Siren Song: Coda
Under a dun November sky I park up beneath some trees and walk the hundred or so yards to the … Continue reading Whistling in the Dark
A sleepless night and the annual confusion that follows the end of British Summer Time has left me roaming around … Continue reading The Clayway
“Today was a whole season away from yesterday, warmed by a strong west wind and mellow sunlight, hazing down to … Continue reading Beating the Bounds
As the grippe’s approach gathers apace, I thought it was time to escape for a walk, which in itself feels … Continue reading Blithe Indifference
I am irritable after a poor night’s sleep and my ebb is low, quite apart from an ache that will … Continue reading Siren Song
It can be a noisy old business, walking through the Fens. The clomp and swish of welly through wet grass, … Continue reading Where The River Bends
In the spirit of historical investigation, and with not much else to do, we have decided to recreate William le … Continue reading The Aldreth Causeway
Oh but it’s hot. No, there’s nothing mellow about this scorching September morn’. When it comes to the Johns, this … Continue reading Indian Summer