Archive for the ‘Travel’ Category

In recent years whenever Mrs Weir has enquired as to my preferred holiday destination I have usually offered up the Northamptonshire town of Corby as my first choice. Perhaps unsurprisingly she has failed to take me up on the suggestion. And to be entirely honest I’ve not always been disappointed by that. After all according […]


Exhibitionism

26Feb18

Our recent days away in East Anglia’s second best county (sorry Suffolk, it’s a close run thing though) were mostly spent resting and recuperating, however some treasure hunting was permitted. Amongst the treasure found was a copy of the Official Guide to the Brussels World Exhibition in 1958, a handsome thing full of intricate, coloured maps centering […]


Three days away with Mrs Weir, in “one of the most beautiful small towns in Britain”, which according to recent news was responsible for saving a 15-year-old Andrew Lloyd Webber from thoughts of suicide. I’m not sure whether a blue plaque will appear to note the occasion, however given that there wasn’t anything noting the […]


Foggy Notion

26Sep17

In an attempt to subvert the trend elsewhere I’m going to try to increase the frequency of my blog posts by embracing the concept of brevity. So hello from the impossibly murky North East where Mrs Weir and I have been enwrapped in thick fog for the last few days.


For a while now I’ve been meaning to travel deep into the flatlands to visit Holme Fen, supposedly the lowest land point in Great Britain. Obviously to manage such an achievement would take great planning and much effort, so on Saturday morning after a few minutes of clarification via the world wide web (admittedly not that […]


All At Sea

14Jan17

On Friday August 8, 2003, an interview with Graham Fellows appeared in The Guardian. I don’t actually recall the date in question, however the joy of the internet means that a copy of it sits quietly in a corner of his website to reward those digging deep enough to find it. In an attempt to explain what influences […]


Noel Coward’s assertion that the county I call home is “very flat” is a little unfair (locals would suggest that ‘undulating’ is a more accurate description). However if you study the maps where Norfolk heads towards Lincolnshire it is reasonable to say that contour lines are an infrequent occurrence . Sadly as a result of this the flatlands never seem to get […]