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 »
Some folks – I’m tempted to call them psychological sectarians, more interested in ‘othering’ those outside their cosy club than effecting change in this Vale of Tears – will slam me for this, but all three of my picks this … Read More »
Indulge me a moment, will you? At fifteen I acquired a stepmother. We never got on. Her and dad’s insistence that she be called “mum” didn’t help. For the two years we spent in the same house – I … Read More »
I realise – of course I do – that I’m being a right royal pain. Here I am once more, testing to the limit my readers’ good nature and fairmindedness with the latest of a string of posts in rapid … Read More »
I am very concerned about the collusion of prosecution and judge to close this case down. The extraordinary conflation of “time management” and excluding evidence the US Government does not want heard in public is plainly illegitimate. The continual chivvying … Read More »
On November 27, 2018 the Guardian published a “bombshell”, swiftly taken up by other of the world’s media. Authors Luke Harding and Dan Collyns alleged that President Trump’s campaign manager Paul Manafort, convicted three months earlier on eight counts of … 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 »
It’s a scorching afternoon, still and sultry. A minute after putting in at Islip, I disturb a grey heron. It flaps a gawky take off across the river twenty metres ahead. Ten minutes after that I hear a tiny plash … Read More »