Category Archives: Out and about

In childhood years, we thought the railway line that passed by my grandfather’s farm at Pibsbury was the most important line in the country. As a teenager,  I remember someone from elsewhere challenging my description of the railway as “the … Continue reading →

I must declare an interest. My mother’s family have been farmers for generations, raising stock, milking cows, growing crops, in a small area of Somerset, definitely since the Eighteenth Century, and probably for centuries prior to their recorded activities on … Continue reading →

‘Hell is other people’ wrote Jean Paul Sartre in his 1944 play No Exit. Watching a television production of the play in my teenage years, it would have been hard to disagree with such a description of the plight of the … Continue reading →

Being of a compulsive disposition, after classes on Friday, I wiped the board and wrote the date for Monday. 24th October? Isn’t it the date for something? I remembered after a few moments. United Nations Day. I recalled school assemblies … Continue reading →

A warm summer’s afternoon in Glastonbury and the town was full of its eccentric diversity. Yet as as Glastonbury may be, it is a model of sane and peaceable conduct when compared with the world beyond. From the humdrum existence … Continue reading →