Unmitigated England

One fine winter's afternoon in 1997 I came across Bould's garage in King's Cliffe in Northamptonshire. It had been closed for so...

It is late afternoon, the brassy sun starting to dip down towards the field edge. But against the lane something stirs under the bark of an ...

This blog celebrates its first birthday today. What a time I've had. A Dorset Rhubarb Kiosk, a Gloucestershire Fire Extinguisher. An Ess...

Trawling through the Archive this afternoon, looking for a picture of an Ulster linen-weaving machine with a teapot balanced on it, I came a...

It must seem slightly odd, posting a poster about March trees in July. Mind you, the weather round here recently has had me out gathering wo...

The search is over. No more will I be seen on my hands and knees rummaging at the back of shelves in Sainsburys. No more will supermarket a...

Last night I watched John Schlesinger's 1995 film of Cold Comfort Farm . A thoroughly enjoyable experience, and even if you're a big...