Showtime
It’s years since I went to a proper country show. Probably about fifteen or twenty years, actually, to the point where my memories are hazy at best. The other day,…
Hard lines for Hoovers
I was reassured to learn today that the EU is waging a brutal war on inefficient vacuum cleaners. Good to know they’ve got our back.
A peek into the secret gardens
[Edit, Dec 2019 – Since I wrote this half a decade ago, the estate has updated its website, and there’s now a nice article about the gardens by Lady Normanby,…
Roaming in Newtondale
Yesterday I gave in to my itching feet and set out for a stroll on the moors. The initial object of my walk was to track down a fine-looking swimming…
Fifty shades of statistics
Remarkable the things you find when you’re moving house. A couple of years ago, I had a freelance job writing an ebook guide to Fifty Shades of Grey. Sort of…
Starting a new chapter
The term ‘a new life’ should really only ever be used of babies, since whatever major adjustments you might make to your existence, you’re still carting a whole lot of…
From the great man himself
This month’s cookstrip for the Get Active supplement of Scouting magazine is a little unusual. Partly because the editors gave me a full page for a change, and partly because…
Some proper photos of St Olav’s Way
I mentioned that my old mate Dave Tett was walking part of the trail with me, but for those who don’t know him, I forgot to mention that Dave is…
Boots unlaced
It was around lunchtime on a hot, bright Saturday when we crossed the churchyard at Nidaros cathedral in Trondheim, threaded our way with difficulty through the crowds gathered under the…
