Unmitigated England

Parking the car in Wisbech, Capital of The Fens, we notice this shop window. It's one of a number in a side street attached to a large r...

There is something elegiac about a fallen tree. The end of all those years of growth, of providing nesting places for birds and homes to col...

Please forgive the black and white tone of this week's blogs, but I couldn't resist showing you this little gem. If nothing else it ...

You know how it is. You go rummaging about in old cardboard boxes looking for one thing and end up finding fifteen things you weren't. ...

An afternoon stroll down the old Wardley Hill in Rutland. I reckon this stretch of road, now by-passed by a streamlined version a field awa...

This is the eleventh day of the eleventh month, and the nation's focus is here in Whitehall, both today and on the nearest November Sund...

I love my local baker's shop. In fact I'm glad when there's a queue, (except when it's out on the pavement in the rain), jus...