Monthly Archives: May 2019

The smell of a steam locomotive is a distinctive smell, it is the smell of burned coal, the smell of heavy engineering, the smell of a lost past. It is a smell that can be an expensive experience, now; travelling … Continue reading →

It is forty years ago today, the first Thursday in May, that I first voted. In solidly Tory Somerset, I went to High Ham village hall with bright red stickers from the Labour candidate stuck to my motor bike helmet. … Continue reading →