
Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
“Mud is another element. One comes to love it” The mud is deep here. I take the little one’s hand … Continue reading Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
“Mud is another element. One comes to love it” The mud is deep here. I take the little one’s hand … Continue reading Mud and the Mother of Hayricks
A day off and despite the almost overwhelming temptation to roll over and stay in bed, I am out of … Continue reading Dawn
An unexpected perk of working the bar of a country pub was getting to know a pair of rascals who, … Continue reading The Shotley Peninsula
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
There have been hints of it for a few weeks now and there is no longer any doubt – autumn … Continue reading Sharp Flavours
I know an island. A magical place, a smudge of green grass rising out of the bluest of seas, where … Continue reading The Snails and the Whale
The approach is along a rough old track of potholes and rubble, a dusty coloured affair in stark contrast to … Continue reading Seeking Sanctuary
Deepest darkest Suffolk, and a bric-a-brac market! Despite the eye-watering prices, there are still treasures to be found. Two postcards … Continue reading The Merry Ploughman
I’m in a bad mood. It’s been one of those days at work and at home, with weather to match … Continue reading Flora
The sun has been in and out all day – it can’t decide if it is a taps oan or … Continue reading The Hillfort