I haven’t ridden my Brompton bike for years. I say this is a safety play as I don’t want to be squashed under a lorry. This happened to me on Hyde Park Corner in the 1970s and I don’t want a repeat. You may say I’m lazy.
Category: Travel
Double Death on the Avon
Great Stones, Part Three
Yesterday we walked along the Avon to Old Sarum and then down into Salisbury. The villages are pretty – lots of thatched cottages and spruced up houses with Range Rovers in the drive. A reader in Beverly Hills sent me an extract from Pagan Britain by Ronald Hutton. (Yes, I expect you to be impressed that… Continue reading Great Stones, Part Three
Great Stones, Part Two
Great Stones
Daydream Believer
Do you look at the Property section and fantasise about buying a second home? Do you want to live the dream: lunch by the pool, sundowners on the terrace, open fires in winter (hellish hangovers in the morning)? Somewhere that has more sunshine than the UK, a beautiful location, an old building with original features.… Continue reading Daydream Believer
Three in a Canoe
Animal Art
Un Déjeuner Sérieux
This week I’m a guest in an old farmhouse rented by friends. It’s in the Dordogne, favoured destination for the English since the 14th century when for a time it was under English rule. My first visit to this part of France. The country is more heavily wooded than the Gers and the contours much… Continue reading Un Déjeuner Sérieux