T HIS RATHER RUDE FELLOW was painted in Belgium around 1520 as part of an even ruder diptych, and he is pulling a face at you here to invit...

T HERE HAS BEEN A STORY in my head for a long long time ... it has changed and grown and found new paths down which to wander, and sometime...

A FOG sneaked up on us this morning and sneaked away again just as quickly. It filtered the frosty sunlight through its damp doubtful fing...

A S THE OWL in the barn hoots and stirs himself for a night of hunting I sit here in the Bedford a few yards from him, warm and dry with no...

H ELLO ! Happy Christmas! And thank you to you all for such a jubilant waving-off! We have travelled the whole length of the country through...

P HEW! What a gargantuan journey of a mountain we have just climbed, and here, now, on the eve of our departure we sit with aching bodies a...

C AN YOU HEAR IT? A tinkling crackity-crickity peppering all over the hills. It sounds like the breaking of a thousand tiny glasses under a...

A NOTHER WICKED flu has had me cast down these last few days which is the very last thing we could do with right now. There simply was not...

T HIS is what we woke to this morning .. these wonderful brown heather hills dusted with an icing of snow. It's very cold indeed and we...

W ELL THE LAST DAYS are approaching, not in an apocalyptic sense, though it feels rather that way. We are tearing about like loons trying ...

F OR THE LAST TEN YEARS I have suffered under that ancient curse. The Curse. The monthly affliction of women. My period pains have been bey...

W HEELS , as you will probably know by now, are one of my favouritest of favourite things - Especially when attached to things they are not ...

W HEN I WAS YOUNG , we used to have a book called Trubloff ~ The Mouse Who Wanted to Play the Balalaika by the wonderful John Burningham , ...