Lost in the sanctuary of the marshes
Such has been the poverty of the spring and early summer weather that the chance of a evening stroll through Salthouse marshes...
Return to the old ways
It's been nearly five months since we could spend any time in North Norfolk. With spring in the air, it's good to be back. It's all...
Avocet, shoveler, redshank, lapwing and a small black dog
To call the wind 'fresh' would be an understatement on this early spring day. But the chance to head out through the marshes at Salthouse...
The Breckland meres
One of the joys of writing Tales from Iceni Territory was exploring the region off the beaten track. Following the old roads and looking...
Walking amongst the barrows
If you stand at the bottom of the chalk downland at Therfield Heath just west of Royston in Hertfordshire and look due south, the...
Where it all began
On January 2nd 2022, Glynis and I along with the two terriers went for a walk to get our systems back in gear after the period of festive...
History? Just look over the hedge
A great many visitors to Norfolk will find their way by accident or design to Binham and the ruins of the old priory and the cavernous...
The view from Incleborough Hill
If I look West from Incleborough Hill on a clear day I can see the shingle beach at Cley. If I look East, I can see Cromer church and...
Shipdham. Home of the heavies.
You enter through a gate in a hedge a few miles south of Dereham. You turn right along an old taxi way and then before you know it you’re...
A permissive path of pleasure.
Cafes will feature a great deal in this blog. Large and small. From the greasy spoon to the bohemian coffee shop. A cafe that knows what...