The Pursuit of Knowledge
The British Museum is chaos. We arrive early to beat the rush; but there is no beating the rush. Thousands … Continue reading The Pursuit of Knowledge
The British Museum is chaos. We arrive early to beat the rush; but there is no beating the rush. Thousands … Continue reading The Pursuit of Knowledge
Twenty bridges from Tower to KewWanted to know what the river knew.For they were young, but the river was old,And … Continue reading From Westminster to Kew
It’s 7.18am and already the heat feels like a small, lazy dog has curled up on the back of my … Continue reading Quantum Travel: The Notting Hill Interpretation
Late morning in Kensington Gardens. The clouds are playing their usual summer game of theatre and retreat, and the sunlight … Continue reading A Memory of Albert
Another dawn. Another lane. This time, I am deep in the Herefordshire countryside. The sun is rising over the folds … Continue reading Herefordshire Dawn
I stumble on the past this morning, quite by accident, while out walking a field path near Lydiard Millicent. The … Continue reading Stop Line Green
Deep in the Herefordshire countryside, the River Wye steps down over a shoal of boulders and curls into a deep … Continue reading Fishing the Whirly
There’s nothing quite like a Wiltshire morning. It is Tuesday, high summer, just after six. I step over a stile … Continue reading A Walk in the Fields
For my part, as well as associating Bath with the music of Peter Gabriel — his Real World Studios, where bands such as Tears For Fears, Marillion, Elbow, Muse and The Waterboys have recorded — the nautical novels of Patrick O’Brian often reference the city, particularly Laura Place and The Pumphouse. Continue reading A Room With a View
There is poetry in the old bridges of Wales, England, and Scotland. While castle walls and stately homes draw the … Continue reading The Doors of Crickhowell