Nigeness

 It's that time of year again. Summer has elided into autumn, and that sure calendrical marker, the Last Night of the Proms, has been an...

 Lately it occurred to me that, what with one thing and another, I hadn't read a novel for quite a while – I think the last one was prob...

 The poplars are fell'd... Ten poplar trees in Lichfield's delightful Beacon Park have been felled by the council, on the perfectly ...

 Ever since the turn of the month I've been meaning to post a September poem – and now, thanks to an American friend who's an Emily ...

 'I suffer from a strong suspicion that things in general cannot be accounted for through any formula or set of formulae, and that any o...

  Today was the day of the Sheriff's Ride, a grand Lichfield tradition, in pursuit of which the Sheriff, riding on horseback and followe...

   I've been off gallivanting again, but am now back home. This gallivant was a two-day walk (rather little of which was spent actually ...