Archive for the ‘King’s Lynn’ Category

Exhibition openings in my hometown are somewhat few and far between, so it’s pleasing that one such event last weekend was dedicated to a subject that has become an increasing obsession with me, namely the flatlands. Of the six artists responding “to the idea of flatness” Rhona Fleming’s work was what I found most intriguing, with a […]


Where Art Thou?

12May16

Sadly my hometown isn’t awash with art. The local Arts Centre recently closed down having struggled on for the last few years, and the alternatives are few and far between (although somewhat unexpectedly we do have a new gallery arriving soon, opening with an exhibition of work by Roger Ackling and Richard Long). So it’s both […]


Living on the edge of the flatlands does occasionally present Mrs Weir and I with problems we can do little about. One of those problems is the possibility of being introduced to a life aquatic. Normally it’s an unlikely prospect however a low pressure system, high tides and strong northerly winds does if nothing else make the […]


Hometown Glory

17Aug14

One of Great Yarmouth’s finest exports recently pointed me in the direction of Here’s England, a book originally published in 1950 which is “aimed squarely at American travelers – it’s replete with history, architecture and practical travel information, but first and foremost it’s a book to be read for sheer enjoyment.” Having now tracked down […]


A first birthday is always something worth celebrating. In Septemer 2010 I wrote about the possible demise of our local Arts Centre: “The council have all but closed the Guildhall of St George, (other than for external hire – and despite, rather perversely, continuing with repairs to the roof costing around £200,000), so a decision to do the […]


Out here in the sticks we don’t get exposed to quite the same level of cultural activity as those of you in the wild and frightening conurbations I read so much about in the papers. In fact thanks to the decisions of the great and good the low level we are exposed to was almost extinguished entirely last year […]


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 […]