Memory has a strange tonal range, there are sparks of colour in between the washes of grey and flat spots of black or...

Memory has a strange tonal range, there are sparks of colour in between the washes of grey and flat spots of black or...
There is this thing were you travel through a landscape, passing things, that have become lost, part of the blur of...
There is a darkness in woodland, hiding in the shade of the green canopy, something that retracts in the sunlight in...
There’s a lot in a name, Trunch has one that doesn't fit in in Norfolk, or in fact in England. Locally it sits...
Swafield and Bradfield ‘Fruit picking’ and ‘Pick your own’, are something commonly seen on hand painted signs still...
There's a sea of barley, the horizon a shadowed thin night cloud line of trees. In the late afternoon heat this far...
The lands to the west of Norwich have only a passing familiarity for me. I grew up in north-east Norfolk where I...
The cloud has almost boiled back, the sun chasing a lowering and disintegrating weak ridge of low pressure, there's a...
My inclination was to put this into the hidden history category, but then I remembered how often I end up sauntering...
Dogs lead sometimes, our is beige, stinks, is opinionated and prefers woods to beaches, muck and leaf mould to sand...
Bacton; a place name to conjure with if you know North East Norfolk's emptier fringe. A confusing piece of coast where...
Heading west of the city two days before Christmas, and it's all a bit of a bind. A glue of cars sticks the inner...
When you drive you travel along the edges of things, where modern life has built a wall along the edge of the land,...
Summer is nearly upon us, it's May, a bank holiday weekend. What better time for a lazy trip to Great Yarmouth for a...
There's a sort of axis of travel in everyone's existence, roads that we travel often at various times that become...