It’s mad. I’ve lived in England all my life. I’m a keen walker, I love nature, I studied Wordsworth at university, grew up enamoured by Peter Rabbit and all of his other fluffy little mates and yet, until Christmas 2020, I’d never been to the Lake District: THE most walkery, naturey, Wordsworthy, Peter Rabbity placeContinue reading “Pandemic paradise: Waterfalls, crystal clear pools and hobbit huts in the Lake District”
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A trip to Oxford to see some extremely old hair grippies
The problem when I come to write in a public place – like here, in the restaurant on the rooftop of the Ashmolean Museum in Oxford, is that as soon as I open my laptop to type, a large portion of the English language floats lazily out of my head, along with my impetus toContinue reading “A trip to Oxford to see some extremely old hair grippies”
Daphne du Maurier wrote her first book here but I forgot to bring a pen so I’m writing this stupid blog instead
Fowey is not pronounced Fow-ee. That’s the most surprising thing about this small Cornish fishing town. Everything else is exactly as it should be. Steep narrow streets, quaint cafes offering Cornish cream teas, crooked 16th century pubs, seagulls, little shops (selling postcards, chunky jewellery, floaty dresses and those tiny wooden sailing ships you’re supposed toContinue reading “Daphne du Maurier wrote her first book here but I forgot to bring a pen so I’m writing this stupid blog instead”
Wandering the Sussex hills
To the disappointment of every tabloid journalist in the UK, the late May bank holiday was not a ‘total washout’ as predicted. These are from today’s walk around Lullington Heath 🙂
Why I’m proud to call Eastbourne my home
I do intend to write a ‘proper’ visitor’s guide to Eastbourne at some point but for now here’s a personal piece about why I’m proud to call Eastbourne my home
