I took a week out to go fishing – or would have if I hadn’t quit fishing decades ago. These days vanning and camping does it for me. On my first morning, Sunday last, I awoke by the lovely Stour … Read More »
Dunwich Woodbridge Bait digger at Martlesham Creek’s entry to the Deben Estuary Aldeburgh Aldeburgh Looking north from Aldeburgh to Sizewell B nuclear power station, top left Aldeburgh Dunwich Dunwich Aldeburgh Dunwich Anne died on her 70th. Remembered on a bench … Read More »
Monday night we camped at Laceby, ten miles southwest of Grimsby, at a carp fishery with a field for tents. I shared the van with Tebay, Jackie the small tent with Jasper. In the morning I emerged from the shower … Read More »
Next time you’re in Grimsby – for a Trawlerperson’s Convention, say, or to watch Grimsby Town give Man City a caning – you’d be literally and certifiably insane not to tootle seamlessly into the Humber Estuarine jewel of Clethrepos, playground … Read More »
It’s good to be back in Sheffield. These pix were snapped today on my phone while we took in Burbage Rocks, Carl Wark and Higger Tor on a short clockwise constitutional, ten minutes from Steel City House. * * *
Constitution Day is a big deal here. Every year, on May 17, Norwegians dress in traditional attire to mark the second oldest written constitution still in use. Signed in 1814, thirteen months and a day before her French ally’s nemesis … Read More »
Penetrating 205 kilometres (127 miles) inland, with an average breadth of five kilometres – in places far less – and reaching a depth of 1300 metres (0.8125 miles) Sognefjord is the longest and deepest in Norway. The PR folk have … Read More »
After three delightful days in summery Oslo, pictures yet to be processed, Jackie and I boarded the 12:03 to Bergen yesterday, Sunday. I hope your enjoyment of these snaps isn’t marred too much by motion blur and ghosting, for which … Read More »
Approaching Oban on the ferry from Mull * * *
Our history lives on in our language. We have Saxon words for livestock, French ones for meat – cow-bœuf .. sheep-mouton .. pig-porc – because the conquered Saxons merely tended what their Norman overlords got to eat. Here in Peterborough Cathedral, … Read More »