The other Sunday seemed to be the first proper warm day of the year. A day without coats and without regrets about not wearing coats. A day when you can sit indoors, but will feel the guilt creep over you as you see the sun outside, the weather you’ve been waiting for through those months of damp and cold and wind. You feel compelled to go out. Read the rest of this entry »
Over the past few months I’ve been getting up rather early on a Saturday morning and taking the bus to my local supermarket. The bus takes a rather circuitous journey, but as it is door-to-door I don’t mind too much. Said route takes me through Slade Green. Slade Green has a rather shabby reputation. Nobody really aspires to live there. The town’s location, on the edge of the Thames, surrounded my marshland, makes it feel pretty isolated. There is no passing traffic, apart from buses with idiosyncratic routes.
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I’m probably reading too many things right now. I have several books on the go, plus some other books that I haven’t officially given up on, but probably won’t be picking up any time soon. There are a few magazines and old newspapers kicking about, with articles destined to never be read. My Instapaper account is neglected. So are some of my favourite blogs. But I keep plugging away. Read the rest of this entry »
There’s a fascinating piece to be written on camping from an anthropological/sociological standpoint. Unfortunately, this isn’t it. But it is worth noting the strange subculture and sub-subcultures of camping. Read the rest of this entry »
Commuting is a strange old business. It can eat away at your soul. You are pitted against your fellow traveller in a zero-win scenario where one side might overtake and beat the lights, or grab the final seat on the train, but will ultimately feel more bitter and more hollow for it. Read the rest of this entry »
Wait until next year 