The Wye…
The Wye, and why? Wye does it exist, how long has it being running, and other existential questions arise just by standing […]

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The Wye, and why? Wye does it exist, how long has it being running, and other existential questions arise just by standing […]
Apres le parapluie. Doesn’t make any sense, really, but saying it convinces me I can speak fluently and effortlessly , and it […]
Ninety minutes or so away is the Victorian/Edwardian town of Great Malvern. And what a pleasant, clean, well maintained, freshly painted and […]
Started chapters like so. “To Oswestry…”. So I did. But why, I hear you WhatsApp, because it’s there as Hilary said of […]
Early longest-day morning. Can I say that? Goosander family spooked by my minuscule appearance: a hundred yards away, barely visible in a […]
Stramble, or somewhere between an amble, or a stroll, but those two words indicate an objective or purpose which is not why […]
See the Narbeth post for why we are here. Where? The town is a delightful mix of nostalgia for end of railway […]
As you know I like shadows. Time passes, and there’s nothing like a river to bring home the point. One cannot even […]
All is calm (now), all shall be well (at last). The power of the river is to be seen to be believed. […]