I loved Once Upon a Time in Hollywood… until it seemed to turn into a Saw movie.
I loved Once Upon a Time in Hollywood… until it seemed to turn into a Saw movie.
It’s always a joy to discover new authors. In my case there’s barely a method to the madness. When I stumbled upon Vasily Grossman’s An Armenian Sketchbook in my library’s travel section I borrowed the book for no other reason than liking to read about places I know next to nothing about. Little did I know.
If we consider ourselves as beings that are part of nature, protecting wildlife and combating climate change becomes more than something that “has to be done”. It becomes an act of self-preservation. Or, how an evening with nature writer Mark Cocker provoked some surprisingly deep thoughts.
What’s the point of walking? A meditation on an early summer walk across Norfolk from Roman fort to sea front.
About halfway between Acle and Great Yarmouth lies Berney Arms. It’s hard to explain what Berney Arms is. It’s not a village. It used to be a pub, but the pub closed down in 2015. It has a windmill, but the mill is currently closed for maintenance. It has the most remote railway station in the UK, three miles from the nearest road, but the station is closed until further notice. In short, Berney Arms is nothing.
If anyone needed prrof that the impossible is possible, I’ve been shortlisted for a novella competition. Some reflections…
The situation: a few unexpected days off work. The desire: a holiday. The challenge: make it cheap and cheerful. The solution: a micro break.
Some musings on the benefits of holidays and doing nothing from a former compulsive worker. What’s to be gained by taking it easy?
What does it mean to be human? It’s perhaps one of the hardest questions one can ask oneself, or anyone else, and I’m not expecting to come across a coherent answer anytime soon. But, rather strikingly, two books I’ve read over the past week or so approach this existential problem from very different angles. The result being two books I’d highly recommend, not in the least because they speak to each other in quite unexpected ways.
I am a technophobe. I don’t have a smartphone. My laptop is at least ten years old. Its spelling checker… Read more The Haze of Holidays Past: Or how a Dreadful Shopping Experience Brought back a Lovely Memory