Winter garden

A cold winter’s morning in Norwich and there’s a light crunching under foot as I walk across the lawn – or what passes for a lawn. I’m hoping the noise I can hear is frost. When I say ‘lawn’, it’s more like a carpet of rotting Sycamore leaves with an additional layer of those helicopter seed pods…

Is this your stick?

I’ve never been a great lover of New Year’s Eve. I think it must be something to do with having to work every December 31st in my teenage years at a posh hotel where we had to do everything we could to make sure everyone was having the best of times. I look back on it…

I love Happisburgh beach

It’s the time of year to blow away those cobwebs and get out to the seaside. I love to head to the coast over the Christmas/New Year holiday period and take in some of that fresh sea air and make plans for the coming year. One of my favourite beaches on the Norfolk coast is…

Pop the kettle on will you

I once dreamt of a world where it would be possible for every thing I needed to be available on my command – without having to rely on the servants below stairs. Already I have a smart phone that can do simple tasks for me like add something to my calendar, alert me when there is new email…

Frosty Post

The light in the garden at this time of year can take your breath away more forcefully than the frost in the air. By 10am the sun is high enough to illuminate the crystals of ice on the leaves and garden furniture. A blackbird turns over the crispy leaves under the fir trees looking for…

At last, a Spitfire

I have tried for years to capture the sound of a Spitfire in flight. Each met with failure. Cancelled flights, faulty recording equipment (human error (stupidity) actually). And then there was the one time I was certain to get it and was all poised to record. Just as the plane came into view the the air…