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 »
No city in Britain rivals Sheffield for ease of access to open country. Yesterday Jasper and I left our home in one of its leafy southwest suburbs for two minutes of walking on terraced roads – Peveril, Carrington, Louth and … Read More »
Yesterday a wintry sun lit up the White Peak. With the delightful Ting, who works at the highly rated by me Mini-Voyager Hostel in Hualien, and survived the Richter 6.4 earthquake by having the good sense to be on a … Read More »
The North Downs of Kent and Surrey, like the more beautiful South Downs of Hampshire and Sussex, are predominantly chalk. Highly porous, their streams are few and far between but here and there, where chalk lies above clay, a small … Read More »
Sandwiched between Good Friday and Easter Sunday, here’s Bridlington on Saturday. [ezcol_1half][/ezcol_1half] [ezcol_1half_end][/ezcol_1half_end]
January 2nd – Jackie, Jasper and I head for Stoney Middleton, twelve miles from home. We park on the aptly named High Street, a few yards down its one-in-three incline from the entrance to what in the fifties had been a small … Read More »