If the last ghastly year has taught me anything, it’s that life is not an endless procession of opportunities, and I need to get on…
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I last visited this Iron Age hillfort at the end of March (see here), and have just returned to see the bluebells at their peak…
I thought twice about the title of this page, having found Ian McEwan’s novel of the same name quite dire! But what the hell, that’s…
We all think of water as being more or less colourless, its appearance being dictated by the surroundings. Well, that’s true enough – think of…
Today promised warm fine weather, on only the second day from our very slow release from being locked up. I celebrated with a friend by…
“Well, who isn’t?”, one might ask. Not only does it make eating meals less messy, but also gives the collector of unconsidered trifles (that’s me)…
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower, Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And…
I spent a couple of hours wandering on the beach with a friend, much needed downtime to clear my head and lift my spirits on…
It’s a common myth, often disputed, that the Inuit have many more words for snow than in English, and Bill Bryson, in his At Home:…