Steve Gowans has been cited before on this site, in respect of Syria and in my review of Israel: a Beachhead in the Middle East. Two days ago, on a different but related topic, he wrote: US bombers, says a … Read More »
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Caitlin today. Perhaps I should say this more often but when I refer to America in the context of posts like this – which is to say, in any political context – I mean its machinery of deep state government … Read More »
Attenborough on the last day of 2020 … A happy new year to one and all …
The character of Clara Dawes; she of one of the dozen novels, all read before I turned sixteen, which most moved me in boyhood, is nut-shelled on this A-level primer site: Clara is wife to Baxter Dawes, whom she could … Read More »
Over the fields and far away from a pot-holed lane winding south from Sawley to Kegworth, the Soar is on the last leg of its northward journey to the Trent. On its east bank stand the cooling towers of Ratcliffe … Read More »
Through the pines. Over the dunes. And onto the beach, the light in constant flux … … an Atlantic north-westerly ripping in relentless. “I’m going out”, said J, pushing through piles of sand outside our bedouin tent. “I may be … Read More »
I spoke in Afloat in the Fens of a brace of pike spotted in a small mere, amid an otherwise banal housing estate on the edge of Thrapston and fed by the Nene. Here they are. Close by, another ambush … Read More »
Thursday. As yesterday I’m at Houghton Mill, now going downstream to St Ives by canoe. Half a mile in, the heat is drowsing. I lie back in the canoe but, camera in lap, tell myself neither heron nor snake shall … Read More »
Note to self: when sleeping overnight in car on industrial estate, avoid tight spaces behind lorry trailers. On Tuesday night I disregarded this elementary advice. Having left the Kings Arms shortly after posting Afloat in the Fens, Google Maps took … Read More »