Starting the day eating bacon cooked on a gas burner is one of life’s simple joys. As is brewing fresh coffee on the same. Continue reading “Southwold Milestones And Memory (part two)”
I know the first time I remember coming to Southwold because there’s a photograph of me and Macey buried up to our necks in the sand. Continue reading “Southwold Milestones And Memory (part one)”
I’M not known for taking my time over a drink but even by my standards that pint of cider barely touched the sides.
As with many things, John Steinbeck’s Doc had it best in Cannery Row – the first for thirst, the second for taste. He was talking about beer but I wouldn’t bet against him developing a taste for cider if it had been readily available in hot Monterey. Continue reading “All Change – Hastings To Rye”
Travels With Charley by John Steinbeck is an account of a road trip the author undertakes across the US with his pet poodle, whose name informs the title.
It begins with a description of the restless spirit – the want for wandering we feel from youth and suffer into middle age and maturity. The need to be a bum sometimes.
Having decided to hit the road, Steinbeck says the bum must settle on three things. A reason for going; the route to be taken; and the means by which it will be covered.
I like this description: the bum within us wants to leave; our higher aspect seeks the reason.
We leave Piel Island as we’d arrived, crossing a deep channel from one world to another, taking some things with us, leaving others behind.
We’d been there less than 24 hours but it seems longer, as if we’d temporarily stepped out of the normal run of things, separated by sea from the clocks and the cars.
This 14-mile circular walk out into the Chilterns from Henley is a beauty in the summer – through cool woods, across golden fields and green, green valleys at the foot of the Chilterns.
Wild flowers and butterflies are everywhere, red kites wheel and keen overheard and, if you’re lucky, you’ll see deer skipping between the trees.
What, then, is not to like?
DURING the summer a little under two years ago I took a walk around the Isle Of Wight. It took a little time.
I took some photos and kept a diary/journal of sorts and when I got home I wrote about it.
You can find out what happened here. It goes on a bit, but it was a long walk.