countryside
Neil, the older brother of my friend Glen, asked me the other night if I’d finished writing my new book yet. I was able to say yes, which was a great relief, not just because I had finished my book but because for months people have been asking me
benacre broad
Three years after I relocated to the other side of the country, going back to the top right quarter of East Anglia makes me a peculiar kind of dizzy. I can’t quite compare it to anything else in my own firsthand experience but I imagine you’d feel something
cornwall
My dad and I have slightly differing recollections of the time he caddied for me in an amateur golf tournament. His version of events is that I royally fucked up all on my own and, not having the maturity to take the blame, loaded it straight onto him, in eviscerating
coastal erosion
It’s cold and wet when I arrive at Dunwich: miscellaneous fragments of tree and bin and fence are flying through the air and everyone who is or has been outside - which is essentially me, a bold crow and about three other people - looks like they’ve just
Cambridge
My latest 21st Century Yokel column for The Guardian.
a prickly affair
My latest 21st Century Yokel column for The Guardian
countryside
My December country column for The Guardian's Life And Style section. Read more about my adventures with Henry the spaniel in my latest book, Talk To The Tail...
castles
My latest country column for The Guardian's Life And Style section.
countryside
My latest country column for the Guardian.