Is a gansey a guernsey?
Round about this time six years ago, I was packing for a reasonably long adventure up in arctic Norway. I’d sorted all my performance gear – the down jackets, fleeces,…
Torching the moor
They were burning the heather up on Danby Rigg when we walked by the other day. It’s odd to think that something which appears such a wild and primal environment…
Hot buttered rum
That uncommonly balmy December has given way to a frosty new year. In our little cottage by the sea, E and I have had the fire roaring from 4pm pretty…
My favourite posts of 2014
A lot of things happened in 2014, which seems a bit contradictory when I consider that I didn’t feel all that busy – rather the opposite, in fact. For much…
Why people with nut allergies should avoid British Airways
I’ve written before about the occasional trials of living with a nut allergy, and how it’s generally not all that bad. That was until I found myself flying long haul…
Over the other side
If it seems like I might have disappeared off to the other side of the world for a while, it’s because I did. I’ve just returned from three and a…
Remembering
The fellow in the picture below is my great uncle Joe. It was taken in 1916, when he was 17 years old. Family lore is that he never fully recovered…
Not-so-logical Levisham
There are few tests of clutch control quite like coming up against a hefty and stubbornly immoveable highland cow as you’re climbing a 1-in-5 slope. But then the Victorian villagers…
Dress like it’s Downton
Is anyone else getting a bit bored of Downton Abbey? I used to quite like it, but I think it’s probably gone a season or two beyond its sell-by date.…
