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Looking at doors

Tuesday involved exploring Bath, looking at doors. We figured that if there’s anywhere in England with buildings grandiose enough to suit the purpose of covering a book, it’s Bath. I took a few photographs of unsuspecting panelled perils, and even though I don’t have Photoshop or any such software right now, I should be able to [...]

Oxfordian Rhyme

I went on an adventure to Oxford today. I can’t afford the rail fare but I also can’t bear to do nothing. It turned out to be the best possible use for all that money; not only did I have a great time exploring the city, I also got a substantial amount of writing done on [...]

I am the wilderness lost in man

‘Come thou, love, my own, my only, Through the battlements of Groan; Lingering becomes so lonely When one lingers on one’s own.’ – ‘Linger now with me, thou Beauty’, from Titus Groan by Mervyn Peake On Thursday the University of Wolverhampton hosted a lecture by Sebastian Peake, son of the poet, author and artist, Mervyn [...]

Charleyboy’s Following

I can’t seem to concentrate on my notebook unless I’m out and about, so I went for a wander around Bridgnorth again the other day. It was bloody freezing,  but productive; five pages of shaky prose is better than nothing at all. I went past the ruins, took in the view, warmed myself with milky coffee [...]

Only one eating sour mango at Molineux

This week I’m enjoying having a fat rabbit on my lap as I watch Senor Nadal battle past a few choice opponents at this year’s Australian Open. Nothing like having something big, black and monstrously fluffy to cuddle in the morning. Don’t read too far into that. I’m tired this week. Dutch-tired, as in close [...]