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Category Archives: Britain now & then
Bombs, war and death-bringers. Another great day out.
Once upon a time, I worked for a magazine that spelt ‘defence’ ‘defense’. It was one of three magazines in the stable of an American specialist publisher and I was, for a while, the nearest thing they had to a … Continue reading
It’s a sign. But what does it mean?
Brown road signs usually point towards something interesting. This one says, ‘Saxon church’. We’re on holiday, not in a hurry. Tired – but intrigued enough to make the turn. It’s been a day of surprises, beginning with this morning … … Continue reading
In which we don’t travel on the Hogwarts express
‘I can’t see any smoke.’ ‘But I just heard a whistle.’ ‘Yes, but there’s no smoke.’ And there’s a very good reason why we can’t see any smoke. One weekend a year – yes, just ONE weekend a year, this … Continue reading
Nature, contrary to mine
I don’t do poetry. I’ve tried before, look back on it and cringe. So why? Well, it was a challenge – and a form I’d never heard of – Tanka. ‘Does anyone not love Haiku,’ ran the intro. Um, I … Continue reading
You can’t have one without the other. Nature, damn it!
The trees are dancing but the day is bright, at last. It’s August, still, but the chill in the air has made itself at home, too soon for holidaying humans. In the green world beyond our fences, though, nature continues … Continue reading
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