Author Archives: Martin

The old VW Golf-Plus (14 years old, one not-particularly-careful owner) was having its annual MOT so we took the campervan to the Cotswolds, where we parked, and walked for a few miles, just above Birdlip.

Cycling back from the Nova Scotia pub, I noticed this impressive sky.

We walked from Chepstow, in Wales, to The Lancaut Peninsular, a slightly spooky area named after the disappeared village of Lancaut in Gloucestershire, on a bend in the river Wye. A ruined church (St. James’) was abandoned officially in 1865. … Continue reading →

On the right bank (north) side of the River Avon, although pictures are of Pill and beyond on the opposite bank. Lucy and I walked from the motorway bridge to Sylvan Way, and back through the golf club. Also couldn’t … Continue reading →

Spent the day in the Quantocks on the West Somerset coast. Not yet called Coleridge Country, but only a matter of time.

Sally worries when I stand on the top of a stepladder picking plums, so she has sent Miles up. But she worries about him more, understandably, and clings to the steps adding an extra layer of tension for all concerned, … Continue reading →