I won’t go so far as to say I didn’t feel and look a complete and utter tit, striding the coastal path with three-panelled solar charger dangling from rucsack, or from towel draped round neck, whichever afforded best positioning vis … Read More »
Vacated Bristol this morning for Totnes by train. Buses dovetailed so neatly I was in Padstow by 5pm. Downside being I hadn’t had time to grab so much as a packet of crisps all day. But as I alighted at … Read More »
I know this will be a blow to the millions waiting with breath not unbated for part three of Why the West hates Putin. But after numerous delays and diversions – not least Roddis v Sheffield Hallam, Parts One to … Read More »
Sunday with the woofer. Past the allotments behind Rustlings Road, through Bingham Woods and down into the Porter Valley. We do the walk at least five times a week, all seasons, but there’s always something new …
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Yesterday, leaving for another day the fourth dark episode of the ever popular but frankly grim Tales from the Precariat series – aka Roddis v Sheffield Hallam – I drove Jackie to a teaching day on one of wealthy University … Read More »
Known in recent decades by affectionate hellenicisation – “dad got laid off so we’re holidaying in Clethrepos this year” – this beach town a tad south of Grimsby was a choice venue, back in the fifties and sixties, for outings … Read More »
Walking with my friend Sue. Great conversation, great weather, and the deer posing for us. Couldn’t have been better. Nice pad they got there, those Cavendish-Devonshires. Even the loos are classy. *
Just over a month after my posts of February 27 and 28, on walking the Porter Valley, I returned today in sunlit conditions …
The last half mile of yesterday’s walk brought snow, in light flurries to begin with. For thirty-six hours it fell, frequently a swirling white-out though with occasional breaks. Early this afternoon I kitted up: wellies, merino skinware, layers of down, … Read More »