A song I wrote some years ago for drunks and drinkers everywhere. That misunderstood breed of men - rogues and romantics, idlers and idealis...

A few more oddities collected as I trundled my push-bike along the back-roads of East Anglia. A Wall If you want a long wall you no...

You know how it is when you meet an old friend? One you haven't seen for many years and thought you'd never see again?  Well, today ...

Home Farm at Wimpole is a fun place for kids to see what happens down on the farm.     And last but by no means lea...

I've walked through the grounds. I've visited the gardens. I've watched birds in the wood behind the house. I've cycled thro...

When I was a little boy Dad used to work for Old Tom Ayers, one of the last farmers in Cambridgeshire to use a reaper and binder. I remembe...