Indian Territory Forty years ago, in March 1983, I developed a mild obsession with Oklahoma that continued until I stopped working almost eight years ago.
Heavy Metal At lunch at the Polish Club yesterday we agreed on the advantages of urban living as we get on a bit.
East of England, West of Ireland This is what others saw on and over the Norfolk wetlands. We did identify some common waders, duck and geese and, for a bonus, a muntjac and a hare.
The Wreck Brancaster is a lovely spot (the blue spot) on the Norfolk Riviera with salt marshes, plenty of birds dibbling and dabbling thereon, marvellous skyscapes (although we didn’t yet see the Northern Lights) and more.
Soaring With Shore Larks Captain Frank Shaw was a prolific author now almost forgotten. If you are attracted to Captain Lash it makes sense to buy the illustrated edition.
An Italian Job This is a still life you might see in any gallery or hanging in a well-appointed kitchen today – even on the cover of a cookery book.
A Renaissance Man Yesterday’s prose poem ( I Am Standing Upon The Seashore), written more than a century ago, is as fresh as paint today.