Seems an age ago that we used to give the dustmen a Christmas box - what we would call a Christmas tip these days. In our household, when I was a child, there would be much discussion over how much to leave and whether it would go to the correct crew. Not tipping apparently ran… Continue reading Dustmen’s Christmas Box
It was a grey November day on the way home from Aldeburgh and being desperate for a coffee and there being no Starbucks in sight ( definitely not the place for one) we dropped into Walberswick. Well, in reality you can't just drop in, you have to go down a long and windy road and… Continue reading A Gem of a Reading Spot in Suffolk.
It would seem Mr Samuel Farrer was not a gentleman who settled his accounts promptly. He obviously enjoyed a tipple since on July 7th he took delivery of half a gallon of gin. From August 1st until December 1st he bought 6 dozen bottles of porter (dark stout). That's 72 bottles for three months. If… Continue reading Mr Samuel Farrer settles his spirits account – March 10th, 1855
There's a tree I see maybe twice a year in Ilmington in the Cotswolds. To my mind it has a certain symmetry that I find visually most appealing. It's in the centre of the village opposite The Howard Arms. (We were there on our honeymoon last week, but we didn't tell them!) https://howardarms.com There's a… Continue reading The Perfect Tree
My debut novel. For over six months the emigrants were cooped up on the Princess Rose, a three masted barque that had carried them from Liverpool to Canada. In Victoria they were transferred to The Beaver a steam powered side wheeler. They approach Colville, their new home. "To be charitable, the settlement looked promising, if… Continue reading Colville’s Bastion
Anstice Brown, author, and Boston Book Festival (UK)
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