
Where The River Bends
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
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
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
Sometimes, the days on this island are so unutterably perfect that I am loathe to let them go; but, not … Continue reading Iona
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
On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions … Continue reading Walking on Ice
I’m driving into the Fenland equivalent of the Bermuda Triangle – a muddier version, as marked out by Chatteris, Welney … Continue reading Welches Dam
A day off and despite the almost overwhelming temptation to roll over and stay in bed, I am out of … Continue reading Dawn
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
The sun has been in and out all day – it can’t decide if it is a taps oan or … Continue reading The Hillfort
I haven’t got long, but I need to get out – I’ve been cooped up for days. I dash out … Continue reading After the Rain