“Them smokestacks reaching like the arms of God, to fill a beautiful sky with soot and clay …” Bruce Springsteen, Youngstown. Scruffily coal fired, German owned Ratcliffe on Soar Power Station is not visible in all these pictures. Just in … Read More »
Atmospheric weather and the company of dear friends. Who needs sunshine? Cag and wellies help, of course – no such thing as crap weather; just crap clothes for it – but when said friends have spares to hand, and you’re … Read More »
The coal fired power station at Ratcliffe-on-Soar kicks out two thousand megawatts. With the rolling wooded hills of Leicestershire to its southern edge, and just these lowlands of water and flood plain on my side of the Trent, its smokestacks … Read More »
The Trent at Beeston, three miles upstream of Nottingham, is tranquil today … … the serenity enhanced by the meres – flooded gravel pits to be accurate – of Attenborough Nature Reserve, rich in wild life with some of the … Read More »
No, not another kayaking saga. Today Sue and I, last snapped hiking in Hope a month and a day ago, drove to the ancient village of Thorpe Salvin. I try not to use the car at all these days but, … Read More »
Given my denunciations of the Guardian, and preference for other sources – OffGuardian, CounterPunch, the Canary, Al-Monitor, Russia Today, Strategic Culture; the Economist even – when seeking to triangulate on what is happening out there, you may look askance at my … Read More »
Also known as Sheffield’s General Cemetery, is nine acres of woodland and curving pathway, grassland, graves and terraced catacombs spilling northward and down from Cemetery Road, with the old snuff mill and Frog Walk to the left, to the grand … Read More »
I write so much on the insanity and venality of the world, yet life is full of endless beauty. I think it the hardest thing to hold, in the same breath, taking in both and overlooking neither, life’s vast … Read More »
… well, not just leaves. September makes way for October in my local park and woodland; on the sands and harbour walls of Bridlington.
Yesterday I picked up my good friend Sue to drive out to Hope, due east of Castleton, south-east of Edale. We parked up near the school and within minutes were on the steep ascent to Lose Hill. Here, more or … Read More »