In the fudge-box-pretty village of Burton on my native Wirral Peninsula lie two graves, their inscriptions now utterly lost.
How plants can end up in the strangest of places.
My considered, and totally unbiased thoughts on who should replace Darwin on the £10 note.
On the seventeenth-century polymath Sir Thomas Browne, and his tenuous connection with my local moor.
In which I am loaned a classic local book.
Let's drop the ‘Anno Domini’.
I've decided I need to make my book a little less formal.
A possible solution to a well-known conundrum about Ancient Rome.
A wartime diary entry mentioning a couple of lads of my acquaintance.
In which I finally set eyes on Wild Cat Island.