Sconeage-in-Roseland
One week in to Southwest England and I had not crossed the Tamar. Perhaps I was in the minority in light of Poldark-mania and endless... Read More
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Hope for blue
Devon, oh Devon. Rolling hills, white fluffy clouds in a blue sky, white fluffy sheep in a green field, the deep blue sea shimmering in... Read More -
A quick bath
It is quite possible to cross borders from the kingdom of Wessex, especially given it’s a redundant concept from the middle ages. Among other borderlands,... Read More -
The only way
What and where is Wessex? It’s a question I recall asking a member of the Wessex Youth Orchestra as we all happened to be squished... Read More -
London Grammer
There is comfort to be had in the depressing grey shades of Heathrow Airport, a reassuring tinge of concrete and pessimism. But what’s this? People... Read More -
Sapphire sea to blue sky
As Europe scorches and folk back home whinge about it being too hot, the disjuncture between England and Australia heightens. Minus fives accompany football matches... Read More -
Casual traveller
There are qualidays and there are qualidays. One can involve a dull drive to Wagga to hang out in a beige-infested meeting room, the other... Read More -
Nature’s confetti
A lack of blogging endeavour is reflective of my position of relative stasis in the last couple of months. Still, if you were to choose... Read More -
Making moments – the epitaph south
Can there be anything more symbolic of returning to work than a shave in a dingy motel room in regional Australia? As two-week-old stubble clings... Read More -
Making moments – 3
Queensland. Beautiful one day, perfect the next. So they say. Which just goes to show how much you can trust those unscrupulous Queenslanders! Full of... Read More
