Back home and catching up
I took a week out to go fishing – or would have if I hadn’t quit fishing decades ago. These days vanning and camping does it for me. On my first morning, Sunday last, I awoke by the lovely Stour … Read More »
I took a week out to go fishing – or would have if I hadn’t quit fishing decades ago. These days vanning and camping does it for me. On my first morning, Sunday last, I awoke by the lovely Stour … Read More »
Dunwich Woodbridge Bait digger at Martlesham Creek’s entry to the Deben Estuary Aldeburgh Aldeburgh Looking north from Aldeburgh to Sizewell B nuclear power station, top left Aldeburgh Dunwich Dunwich Aldeburgh Dunwich Anne died on her 70th. Remembered on a bench … Read More »
Monday night we camped at Laceby, ten miles southwest of Grimsby, at a carp fishery with a field for tents. I shared the van with Tebay, Jackie the small tent with Jasper. In the morning I emerged from the shower … Read More »
Next time you’re in Grimsby – for a Trawlerperson’s Convention, say, or to watch Grimsby Town give Man City a caning – you’d be literally and certifiably insane not to tootle seamlessly into the Humber Estuarine jewel of Clethrepos, playground … Read More »
It’s good to be back in Sheffield. These pix were snapped today on my phone while we took in Burbage Rocks, Carl Wark and Higger Tor on a short clockwise constitutional, ten minutes from Steel City House. * * *
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 »
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 »