
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
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
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
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