Arts
The Ugly Duckling County
When you think of the north of England, you think of fells and moors and hill farmers, of ruined abbeys and windswept Wolds, of gaunt mill chimneys, of terracing lurching crazily up bare hillsides, of [more…]
Literature
Biography
Sailing my life away, part 13
A METEOROLOGICAL DIGRESSION Life on a small yacht is lived much closer to nature than most people in developed countries usually experience. That is particularly true about weather in its many forms and I’d like [more…]
Arts
Flight of the Navigator
Since Tina and I ditched the TV license last year, we’ve been using the money we saved to amass films and TV from times gone by. You know, back in the days when TV and [more…]
Arts
The Goodnight Vienna Spring 2021 (Ladies) Competition
Courtesy of Reggie you can win a bar of precious metal (silver) pictured above by submitting your articles between now and the 23rd May. Other prizes will be on offer, possibly some crystal ware if [more…]
Fiction
The Man Who Played Ross – Chapter 16
They were being drawn to the mountains like moths to a lamp. The intelligence told them that the Saudi terrorist mastermind had gravitated towards the Tora Bora areas and cave complexes that spanned the Afghan/Pakistan [more…]
Animals
Larry’s Diary, Week Ninety
Monday Gosh, when I woke up it was snowing. I hate snow. Fortunately, it did lay or last within an hour it turned to rain, which I also hate, but not as much as snow! [more…]
Book Review
Book Review: Arthur & the Lost Kingdoms by A Moffat
My review of John Morris’ The Age of Arthur caused quite a stir and clearly there remains much interest in the British Dark Ages, and especially in the thorny issue of Arthur and his existence. [more…]
Arts
The Swaling, Part Fifty Two
Myself and Davies were sat on a hilltop (the flat limestone pavement type) in our bivvys and sleeping bags, squashed together for warmth. We faced towards the coast. At the horizon, a flat sea was [more…]
Fiction
Jinnie’s Story, Chapter Fourteen
Jinnie walked down the slope from the northbound platform to the tunnel under the lines at Potters Bar Station. At the bottom, she turned right to the car park where her dad had said he [more…]