Two close-encounters with murderous birds in as many days.
Some people claim seeing your old notes and annotations when you return to a favourite book enhances the experience. I beg to differ.
What we saw on our annual holiday in Anglesey.
I don’t buy claims that paintings are more accurate than photographs, and novels more truthful than factual writing.
A short walk with Mark Cocker to admire the natural grandeur of a Yorkshire wood.
A cross-genre performance of music and words.
In which I attend a philosophical guided walk on a familiar patch.
In which I am astonished by a reminder of how I used to work.
In which I add some much-needed order to my collection of books.
A visit to a wonderful library.
After a frustrating six months, progress on my book is emerging from the doldrums!
In which I unwittingly mimic my hero with the aid of an old chopping board.