In praise of water and graveyards
Lately I’ve been enjoying two things a great deal. Churches and swims. I know pilgrims are supposed to stop at churches, but for my first week I didn’t really bother.…
Coffee and stories in the old cottage
A long hike brings out the pessimist or optimist in you. Either the weather is always wrong, or it could always be worse. This afternoon I was walking a long…
Five days along the pilgrim road to Trondheim
After five days on the long trail out of Oslo, and four nights skulking in my tent in the woods, it’s finally time for a little comfort. Life in the…
And so it begins
After seven and a half years, ten housemates and a lot of good times, I’ve finally moved out of my London flat. There are wider life schemes afoot, but I’m…
Bum sandwich
Following the success of armpit fudge, Matt at The Scout Association threw me another recipe that sounded disgusting but was loads of fun to draw. The video is as pleasing…
Fornells
Last week I was away on my annual windsurfing trip to Fornells Bay in Minorca. As far as my windsurfing goes, progress is certainly swifter in some quarters than others.…
Redbreast
However hard I think I work sometimes, there’s definitely one fellow who’s working harder. This robin took up residence in the chaotic spill of ivy engulfing part of my garden…
Danish dampers
Another of my regular cookstrips for The Scout Association. I remember reading an interview with Len Deighton (who pioneered the cookstrip format) when he said that the main consideration with…
Bluebells, tow trucks and Pooh Bear
Step into the woods and you’re almost bound to have an adventure. Mine and E’s Saturday morning began sitting in our camp chairs in a gorgeous glade full of bluebells,…
26.2
The other week I ran the London Marathon. It was pretty hard work. If I’m honest, my rather casual training regime (all three months of it) was probably not sufficient,…
