Motown Magic comes to Sheffield …
1
Jul
… Saturday night, June 30, in the city’s Botanical Gardens. Then we all went home.
Author Archives: steel city scribe
Pictures from a Lakeland Kayak
28
Jun
I used to look down on Windermere as not for the serious outdoorsman; rather, a playground for water sport fiends, party animals and wannabe Campbells. That changed years ago when, having driven up for a spot of camping in Borrowdale, … Read More »
Meditations from a Lakeland Kayak
26
Jun
Monday morning around seven-thirty the sun is already strong. Windermere’s more serene west bank, four metres from the shoreline on my right, is gin clear. A school of tiny perch – our handsomest freshwater fish, and thirsty for learning with … Read More »
Roddis v Sheffield Hallam, Part 5
24
Jun
[ezcol_1half] Roddis v Sheffield Hallam Part 1 Roddis v Sheffield Hallam Part 2 Roddis v Sheffield Hallam Part 3 Roddis v Sheffield Hallam Part 4 Roddis v Sheffield Hallam Part 5 [/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end] Roddis v Sheffield Hallam Part 6 Roddis … Read More »
Demonising Russia: World Cup 2018
21
Jun
That UK media are owned by billionaires and/or dependent on market forces is insufficiently appreciated. Even those who in theory grasp the significance of such ownership patterns and market dependence too often abandon their understanding in the face of relentless … Read More »
Mike and Sue’s garden party
17
Jun
Saturday, June 15th, Mike and Sue hosted an afternoon garden party. Morning grey with threat of rain but by noon the day done good. Great food and drink, great company and the one bit of rain – shower causing temporary … Read More »
Unfulfilled desires: kayak camping
15
Jun
I’ve just taken delivery of an inflatable kayak, the Sevylor Colorado – well reviewed by experts and owners alike, and just £274 on eBay. It weighs fourteen-point-five kilos but that’s without paddle, air-pump, buoyancy aid and (my prime motive) camping … Read More »
Day twenty
11
Jun
I’d never thought to be out for so long. As Day Twenty dawns I emerge early, for reason given at end of Day Nineteen’s post, from a path-obstructing tent. I don’t yet know it but this will be the last … Read More »
Day nineteen
9
Jun
Looks like rain. God knows, there’s been precious little of the stuff. After the rain. My bathroom today, fifty yards upstream of its date with the ocean, comes with fitted shower. Cold only; hot tap out of order. Not for … Read More »
Day eighteen
8
Jun
How I like to leave my home for the night. Nowt but flattened grass. This swanky box overlooked my night seventeen pitch. I didn’t like that but for an hour had seen nothing suitable: just a narrow path hemmed in … Read More »