Today, with dear friend Sue. We took trains, she from Sheffield, I from Beeston, to meet at the cafe in the park, Matlock. From there we walked the left bank of the Derwent upstream for a mile before swinging west … Read More »
Bewdley on Tuesday. Though the dominant look is Georgian, the town’s prosperity as highest port on our biggest river goes back to the Tudors. We’re camped a few miles downstream, at Stourport on Severn. Served by fast roads, it’s not … Read More »
My highly acclaimed River of Fear post drew to its cliffhanging close with me settling down for the night, after a harrowing four hours afloat between Langham Bridge and Merrydale Farm, at the side of a lock where Grand Union … Read More »
The River Soar rises between Lutterworth and Hinckley, then takes a northerly course through brown-field, cattled meadow, reedy margins, trailing willow, dreary town and many an idyllic village – as well as Leicester and Loughborough – to top up the … Read More »
In a one seat canoe, you’re skipper and crew, just messing about on the river. Josh Macrae My kayak lives in the garage. Deflated, rolled and strapped to a folding trolley of the kind used by porters to move sacks … Read More »
… these for instance, yesterday, by the river between Attenborough and Trentlock. * Cor – more ants! Yes, I’m afraid it’s true. In the end all teachers – and I’ve spent goodly chunks of my life being one – succumb … Read More »
Today in Attenborough.
Monday. Walking the Erewash Canal from Long Eaton to Trentlock, I snapped a moorhen and remembered I need to go back to Nottingham to see the moorchicks spied from my canoe nine days ago, on the Beeston Cut opposite the … Read More »
Snapped on my S7 edge phone while strolling with Sue Beardon, Saturday evening, May 4. Mostly I avoid placing an image’s focal point dead centre. For once though I avoided the ‘rule of thirds’ principle – good servant, tyrannical master … Read More »