Unmitigated England

Yesterday I was caught rummaging around in a junk shop when I should have been doing my Christmas shopping. Lo and behold, I found a stash o...

A walk around my local churchyard on a frosty but bright morning revealed this slate gravestone. Of course in the early nineteenth century n...

A rainy morning, big water drops spattering against the window, blurring my view of sheep huddled-up under the trees. So I start rummaging a...

Gamekeepers leave some odd things lying around. Old oil drums and plastic dustbins for keeping feed in, mouldering timber sheds and somewher...

It must have seemed as though England woke up one morning in 1940 to find the countryside suddenly littered with anti-tank barricades, vehic...

A very evocative find out on the fens. An abandoned railway carriage sits at a deserted platform as if having collapsed on its final run up ...

All the horrible stuff going on in a Margate back garden reminded me that I'd been there once. Veering away from Dreamland and the pleas...