Footnotes by Peter Fiennes (Oneworld)In "Footnotes" Peter Fiennes journeys round Britain, from Cornwall to Skye, leaving no gaps in the journey, accompanied by as diverse a set of writers as can be imagined; Enid Blyton and Gerald of Wales, Charles Dickens, Wilkie Collins, Celia Fiennes, Beryl Bainbridge and J.B. Priestly, Somerville and Ross, Boswell and… Continue reading Review: Footnotes: A Journey Round Britain in the Company of Great Writers
Holloway by Robert Macfarlane, Stanley Donwood & Dan Richards (Faber & Faber) In July 2005 (or 2004, depending on if you take the date from the flyleaf or the text, but what does it matter...this is a book filled with timelessness anyway) Robert Macfarlane and Roger Deakin traveled to explore the holloways of South Dorset's… Continue reading Holloway
A short drive from here there is a big hill and a slightly smaller hill, each has a stand of trees on top, they're called, rather delightfully, Wittenham Clumps. They're our go to place for a quick weekend afternoon walk of a distance tolerable to a reluctant eight year old, if the drive to nearish… Continue reading A Short Walk up Wittenham Clumps
In my imagination a walk through the woods with the boy would be carefree and happy, he would be running along ahead skipping through the leaves and have a jolly time, while the husband and I follow on hand in hand discussing what we'll have in the pub for lunch at the end of the walk (this pub, of… Continue reading Waiting for a Leaf To Fall (in Wytham Woods)
We're lucky to have a garden which ends at the edge of a nature reserve, so our own trees merge in nicely with those in the reserve (and there are some giants, as we found out when one came down in the storm a couple of years ago). On a quiet morning, with your back to the… Continue reading A Walk in the Oxfordshire Woods
It was my birthday last week, I don't get many actual birthdays due to being born on 29th February (this is my own fault, Mum says, for being late). What better present could I give myself but a nice long walk without the boys (much as I love them, sometimes this has to be done)… Continue reading On White Horses
