Nigeness

Richard Wilbur, who sadly died last October, would have been 97 today. Here's a poem of his that suits a snowy day. In other hands, this...

Some thirty years on from the last passage I quoted from Julia: A Portrait of Julia Strachey by Herself and Frances Partridge , Logan Pearsa...

On the Essex walk, one of our number declared that he was now following a Fifty Year Rule in his novel reading – i.e. nothing more recent th...

An eleven-mile walk in rural Essex on a cold February day might not be everyone's idea of fun – to be honest, it's not mine. Espec...

No, this is not a picture of the daily parakeet feeding frenzy in my garden, but of a quite different species, the Carolina Parakeet, whic...

Last night on Radio 4 I heard a repeat of an engaging programme about Yorkshire County Cricket Club's unlikely tour of North America in ...

Remember those far-off days when herons were mysterious and elusive birds, dwellers in remote watery places, rarely encountered and, when sp...