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 »
It’s that time of year. Yesterday my friends Heather … … Tebay … … and I motored out to Strelley, tucked between Ilkeston and DH Lawrenceland to the west, Nottingham to the east. Taking an unmetalled road that leaps the … Read More »
On my meander from Nottingham to London for the demo on Saturday I spent Tuesday and Wednesday nights in the van on a quiet lane a mile northwest of Worcester city centre. On the east side of the road, large … Read More »
In the bleak mid-winter, frosty wind made moan/Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone – Christina Rossetti Friday, 07:30. Snug in down bag under heavy duvet, I peel back a corner of the nearest blind to take in the … Read More »
Hartlepool, north of the Tees, is my kind of town. Time ravaged and forlorn, the striking and the truly banal rub shoulders as both stagger under the weight of histories ancient and modern. It’s a place of friendly folk whose … Read More »
Redcar There’s only one shower at Durham Services. It’s kept locked but you get the key from the W H Smith’s next door, surrendering car key pending its return. The shower is hot with a good flow, the room basic … Read More »