Posts Tagged ‘King’s Lynn’

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 […]


News of a new art gallery opening in my hometown is something to be celebrated, it’s not a common occurrence. Reporting on the news last week the local press seemed less convinced. “Visitors to the new GroundWork gallery in Lynn will be forgiven for doing a double-take as they come through the front door. For there […]


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 […]


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 […]


Well they’ve done it, the evil empire has reduced my favourite local building to just so much rubble. I suppose it was only a matter of time before it happened. When I wrote about the joys of my home town back at the start of 2010 its future was looking bleak – and unfortunately that […]


You Are Here

04Feb11

I live a fairly ordinary life, albeit an extraordinarily enjoyable and lucky one. And as a result of this I am somewhat prone to daydream, to imagine other almost parallel worlds layered atop the one I clock in and out of.  I don’t necessarily mean parallel worlds constructed by an overly florid imagination but those […]