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
From Westminster to Kew
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
Quantum Travel: The Notting Hill Interpretation
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
A Memory of Albert
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
Herefordshire Dawn
Another dawn. Another lane. This time, I am deep in the Herefordshire countryside. The sun is rising over the folds … Continue reading Herefordshire Dawn
Stop Line Green
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
Fishing the Whirly
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
The Walls of Ronda
Mid morning on the walls. Swallows flitting and swooping in the hot, torrid, shimmering air, tracing invisible calligraphy across the … Continue reading The Walls of Ronda
A Walk in the Fields
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 Whom the Bell Tolls
It is just after five in the morning. The room is cool and silent, cloaked in that dense, velvety darkness … Continue reading For Whom the Bell Tolls
