
The All-Russian State Library of Foreign Literature
I have, in my loft, a box of keepsakes – old tickets, football programmes, postcards and letters, an ancient packet … Continue reading The All-Russian State Library of Foreign Literature
I have, in my loft, a box of keepsakes – old tickets, football programmes, postcards and letters, an ancient packet … Continue reading The All-Russian State Library of Foreign Literature
A friend, a true wandering minstrel, travels around Europe on his bike with a guitar strapped to his back. He … Continue reading Vanishing Points
A mid afternoon meeting is scheduled in the city centre, meaning a mad bike ride to be there on time, … Continue reading Twittens and Nooks
Walking home from the station in the gloaming, something catches my eye – a partridge! It is sitting stock still … Continue reading The Partridge
After a day and night of sleety rain there is a lull and the sun has reappeared, so I escape … Continue reading Hijinks
A few weeks back, on one of those unseasonably balmy evenings that October brought this year, I watched a lone … Continue reading The Last Bee of Summer
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 a gorgeous evening, warm with a delicious breeze washing over me, so I nip down to the allotment for … Continue reading Peony
This springtime of extremes has swung again and it is chilly this evening. I’m on my allotment out on the … Continue reading Dahlia Diaries – the third
I have escaped to a meadow in Suffolk, and a sweet 1950s caravan surrounded by a sea of cowslips. The … Continue reading Hunting for bluebells