- This Machine Kills FascistsA damp and cold day, with frost hiding in the shadows until the afternoon, mist sticking to treetops. December, as pointed out to me once, is not really a winter month, but the back end of autumn. Winter, in its full glory arrives in the south of England in January, when the seas have cooled… Read more: This Machine Kills Fascists
- Sunday Sunday here againMeeting ghosts and goldcrests on edge of the marshes. Remembrance Sunday only became a thing in 1946, taking place on 10th November of that year, 434 days after the end of the Second World War. Prior to this, the national period of collective mourning had been on Armistice Day, which, as we can all recite,… Read more: Sunday Sunday here again
- See you at the BeechAutumn arrives on the chalk hills The Ridgeway goes by several names, often referred to as ‘the oldest road’, although it is far from the modern definition of a road, rather a series of paths that wind along the top of the escarpment that cuts lowland Britain in two, from The Wash to Lyme Bay.… Read more: See you at the Beech