It’s a scorching afternoon, still and sultry. A minute after putting in at Islip, I disturb a grey heron. It flaps a gawky take off across the river twenty metres ahead. Ten minutes after that I hear a tiny plash … Read More »
Needing spiritual refreshment after two months making repairs to my house in Sheffield (I let it out, and hand over the rent collected to my own landlord) and a recent flurry of posts on Julian Assange, I took the junior … Read More »
See also, Four days in Norfolk. Our cottage for the week in Great Snoring, four miles north-east of Fakenham in the north of one of my favourite counties. Not that we spent much time in it. The cliffs at Winterton … Read More »
It’s the last Thursday of June, the hottest day of the year so far. Patrolling the sky above Barton Broad a pair of common terns glide, hover and swoop for small fry. I’m in the shade of willow and alder, … Read More »
Don’t say ‘earwash’. I’ve penned this ode to not making a fool of yourself around these parts. Yesterday I drove to Toton Fields, bottom right on the map and a mile east of Long Eaton, to let the dogs out. … Read More »
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The 09:25 has me at Cromford for 10:20 – a snip at £36.20 when thirty of that is to renew my senior rail card. Outside the tiny station I look down a steep curving lane to see Sue in bobble … Read More »
Thursday night wasn’t the first time I’d slept on the canoe, just my first time while on the water. These next two images – heavily Photoshopped, to show far more detail than I could make out at nine pm in … Read More »
Attenborough yesterday. The early autumn fruits are ready – apple and blackberry, elderberry, hawberry and rosehip. Horse chestnut even. While cabbage whites do floral cunnilingus, honey bees go deep stick. Everyone’s a winner. Red winged damselflies do it in the … Read More »
The nights are drawing in. Though not yet nine pm it had been dark the best part of an hour. I squeezed the Skoda between two trucks hunkered down for the night on a layby a few miles west of … Read More »