Archive for February, 2012

Our final full day in Northumberland so off for another walk through the woods – this time to be rewarded by the sight of a red squirrel sat in the trees above us. It’s been a great few days and I can’t recommend this part of the world nearly enough. All I need to do […]

A really enjoyable day today. Began the day with a walk across the fields and woods adjacent to where we’ve been staying – much to the bemusement of the local sheep. Then out to the coast again, to Seahouses to begin with, to look out to the Farne Islands – which I can’t remember having […]

British people in wet weather.

After a day far from the madding crowd it seemed appropriate to reacquaint ourselves with concrete and car parks – both of which I’m rather fond of and both of which are freely available in the city of Newcastle. I wandered over to the Baltic Centre for Contemporary Art initially and was disappointed by the […]

Disappointingly the Morpeth Chantry Bagpipe Museum was closed yesterday so entertainment was sought elsewhere.

So further North still today, albeit not much further. To the finest bookshop in Britain, (other bookshops are of course available), namely Barter Books in Alnwick. If you’ve not been then you should start making plans this instant because it’s a wonderful place – located in Alnwick’s old railway station, (thanks to Dr Beeching), it’s just […]

Always feel happier travelling North.

Radio Radio


Today is World Radio Day – and I love radio. According to the slightly underwhelming official website “World Radio Day seeks to raise awareness about the importance of radio, facilitate access to information through radio and enhance networking among broadcasters.” So given that I’m unlikely to enhance much networking or facilitate any significant access I suppose […]

It’s not often that comments on this blog feature members of Westlife on drunken escapades, so a recent comment from Harry Overton was most welcome. Harry was actually commenting on a picture, (as above), featured in a post about the delights of my home town, King’s Lynn. He obviously knows his stuff so rather than […]

Yesterday was my mother’s sixty fifth birthday and whilst I tend to agree with the sentiments of a certain Mr Larkin I think it’s only fair to argue, and perhaps remind myself more regularly, that without them I’d be significantly more fucked up.