She might only be a lump of concrete, but I have an immense fondness for trig. point 4144.
The weekend on or nearest to St Valentine's Day marks a seasonal ritual for us: the annual pre-spring-cleaning of our blue tit nest-box.
How a passage from W.G. Sebald's The Rings of Saturn might give a clue to some family history.
One thing I hadn't really appreciated, when walking dogs in the countryside, is just how much more you can end up seeing.
Quote from ‘Notes and Letters on the Natural History of Norfolk More Especially on the Birds and Fishes’.
In which the local jackdaws and rooks encounter an unusual foe.
It wasn't until many years after encountering a favourite passage of Larkin's poetry that I realised I had fundamentally misunderstood his view of photography.
Although I tend not to dabble in street photography, every now and again an opportunity presents itself, and I feel compelled to reach for my camera.
It is entirely possible, it turns out, for a city to function without cars and vans and lorries. Who would have thought it? But is it practical?
I digitised some 30-year-old Kodachrome slides this week. Some notes to remind myself what I did.