Sun Dried Sparrows

  This time tomorrow I should be on my way to Bristol. It’ll be just a few days shy of ten years since I visited the city for the first time...

I caught myself doing a bit of reflecting recently.  Not always a good thing, I know, but what it led me to was thinking about those little ...

Chumbawamba got it right, didn't they? It was so good, even better than I'd expected, to see them again on the recent BBC Four repea...

I hear it before I see it. A whistling call, slightly eerie. Tilt my head upwards… Oh wow.   Flying low, wheeling, above the gardens. ...

That weekend my world was one of bearded men with chainsaws and women in pinnies.  The men wielded their tools, the women replenished melami...

I've been bitten by the bug.  I wish I meant I'm addicted to an exciting new interest but unfortunately it's more literal than t...

The young woman opened her bag and took out an orange with an almost perfectly formed circle of peel missing.  The flesh beneath remained un...

Sorry, sorry, sorry!  I've been terribly bad at keeping up with things but I am  still here. Just spending fewer prolonged periods in f...