(On last week’s run and being an idiot) Mood: Could be better. Conditions: Mild. Daffodil pond in the park. Hawthorn buzzing with bees. Dogs and Nits: Every other person has a dog. Including a man who can’t stop scratching his head while his pup-in-training waits. I think, Who’s training whom? and Nits? Workmen: Five. Doing … More Probably Just a Phase
There’s a mother and son I’ve not seen in a while. They’re regulars in the local park, like me. Except that they walk their dogs while I walk by myself. I’m not too fond of their dogs. They’re small and yappy, and the mother and her adult son don’t call them away when they pester … More A mother and her son
Knole Park, Kent.
It’s hard to socially distance with a stranger on a narrowboat, but we cannot resist the invitation. These are real Oxford Gyptians on a real canal that curves into a backwater of the real River Thames. … More Real Gyptians
A white hart. A light leaf. Aflight fern. A Thursday morning at Knole Park in mid-September.
Shy daffs of yesterday are showing off today. Happy days. It must be Spring.
I’ve known I was a Cornish Pasty ever since I can remember. It’s a family thing, a bit silly, but consider that my parents’ audience (many years ago) was a delighted group of three small kids. We loved that my biggest brother was a Cockney Sparrer, and that my other brother and I were great … More Cornish pasty
I am happy to see the sun today, even though it blinds me as I peer down a village lane and find it staring straight back. Its watery light makes the road shimmer and turns all the edges black. Later, my face feels the sun’s warmth for a few precious moments when I happen to … More Welcome, Winter Solstice
A pavement walk to a soulless gym on a cloud-hung day. Even the temperature is mediocre – it’s neither this nor that. Just okay. A conveyor belt of cars slides by. Some drivers bear that far-off, dreamy look so familiar to us all, suggesting that they are relieving the boredom of the road by seeking somewhere quite … More Soulless in Sevenoaks
Have Paprika, Will Travel 