They just want to be in a place where they have the world behind them, and before them nothing but emptiness.
W.G. Sebald, The Rings of Saturn
A few weeks back we went on a camping holiday, down to the coast. My holiday reading was W.G. Sebald’s The Rings of Saturn. Both had quite an effect on me. Read the rest of this entry »
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I’m ready for the autumn. Read the rest of this entry »
Hello everyone. I thought it might be fun to ask for some requests. What would you like me to write about? You can just offer a word, or a title for a post, or supply a detailed break-down of what you would like me to write. Or you could suggest a video or image or song as a starting point. Read the rest of this entry »
I’ve spent a lot of time on trains over the past year. I’ve covered quite a lot of England on those journeys. Read the rest of this entry »
Recently I’ve heard a fair few people talk about that old curse May You Live In Interesting Times. And Interesting may be one of the more polite adjectives I might think of when thinking of 2016. And when you live in interesting times there is a great temptation to escape. In the past I might have escaped via the bottle, or a YouTube rabbit hole of nostalgic clips, or some daft game on a mobile phone. And I’m not sure any of those are entirely bad, at least in moderation. But in 2016 I have escaped by gardening. Except I don’t think it is just escape. I think it is more than that. Perhaps I should just let someone else say this more eloquently. Read the rest of this entry »
Wait until next year 