Indian Summer

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

Iona

Sometimes, the days on this island are so unutterably perfect that I am loathe to let them go; but, not … Continue reading Iona

I can’t put my finger on it, but there is something eerie about the Sanctuary today. It’s my first visit … Continue reading Ragwort

I’m truly sorry man’s dominion Has broken Nature’s social union An’ justifies that ill opinion Which makes thee startle At … Continue reading Sleekit

When I wrote this, a few years back, I thought it was about the discovery of a secret garden. But … Continue reading The Bohemian Garden

Well, this is better – I’m leaning back against the trunk of a beautiful and venerable oak, solid and steady, … Continue reading Homage

A Jan Morris anecdote for you; “I was a guest once at a Buckingham Palace reception for publishers and writers, … Continue reading By Appointment

Years ago, I heard a story on the radio and it has stayed with me, half remembered, ever since. Somewhere … Continue reading The Olive Grove

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

The photographs just jump out at you sometimes, demanding your attention. Small boys on bullocks, portly gents posing proudly with … Continue reading Oh I do like to be beside the seaside