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 »
Endcliffe Park Cafe, where stunned witnesses gathered for hot tea and mutual solace South Yorkshire Police say they are closing in on the Endcliffe Park snow-pornography ring that today left park visitors, many with small children, in shocked dismay. Some … Read More »
It drops well below zero on Wednesday night but man and dog are well wrapped in down bag and heavy duvet. (For my winter vanning set-up, see A rubber tramp in Redcar.) As I drift off I embrace my inner … Read More »
A week ago I presented three written pieces loosely connected by the theme of amnesia. Here’s another three (OK one is a listen, not a read) and these too have an over-arching theme. The denial of reality. There’s a lot … Read More »
“The Hiroshima myth fosters a depraved indifference to civilian casualties associated with US actions abroad, whether it’s women and children slaughtered in a drone strike in Afghanistan, hundreds of thousands dead in an unwarranted invasion of Iraq, or a baby who dies … Read More »
I’d been an hour on the island when Britain’s largest bird of prey flew over my head. Despite the gravity of my situation, I just had to share with the only person I could. Excuse me! I’ve just seen a … Read More »
I’m back from eight days rubber tramping Britain’s south coast, taking in the Somerset Levels, New Forest, South Downs, Dungeness and Thanet … gnocchi and pesto for supper at Pulborough Brooks Nature Reserve, West Sussex … having spent the beginning … Read More »
Fresh ploughed fields, two minutes up the lane rom our Church Street cottage Neck of the Cromarty Firth, the oil rig on the right horizon one of several towed in for repair The wooden structure is an extension of Cromarty … Read More »